I can hear the strumming
in the background of my life
soft and mellow, smooth
like dusty yellow guitars,
playing joy and sadness
truth and lies,
acoustic words and sighs...
my arms are wrapped around
someone else's pillow
and the sound of strings
melts around me as i yearn,
break my skin with your shattering touch
it doesn't matter much
where i get burned.
my eyes are on the window
i'm reaching for rain
to bleach my soul
i can see thunder in the stars
hear the drums that echo
reverberating
across the dueling guitars.
