The Greedy Guitar
I hide the pain, while strumming in vain.
I run out crying, while hand is humming.
She beats in delight, while hitting it tight.
She went out singing, while voice is twirling.
We then softly killing the lyrics I’ve written.
Dig up dreaming from voices we’ve hidden.
Thoughts begin floating as encrypted melody.
Stolen by the guitar’s heart that is greedy.
