#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat

Every sulk has a flattery,
Every smile has a sadness,
Every love hurts,
Every departure has a longing,
Every sadness in your eyes has a cause.

I carry your guitar wherever I go,
All the pain they will go through in the song,
To relieve my long-held feelings.

When you play your guitar it seems like you are blocking me,
I can not fully feel the content of my heart,
Oh, my darling, is it just a song?

I beg you to embrace me,
My heart beats faster as a sign of your flattery,
And together we sing the song we both sang.

I remember the past,
Holding hands on the beach,
Where you hold your guitar,
I think I wish I was your guitar so you can hold me wherever you go.


© Nhelz decoronel Bautista