<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=582355" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Weeping Guitar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well I've got this guitar, that usually sings <br>A couple pills, and some scars<br>And I gently pluck all the strings<br>While gazing at the stars </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My guitar begins to weep <br>Each strum echoes my pain<br>The sharp chords cut so deep<br>Bitter loneliness is driving me insane</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So I strum to free my soul<br>But not a tune is heard<br>Unable to fill my empty hole<br>But I don't say a word</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each strum seems to kill<br>And I'm living each day with lies<br>There are too many holes to fill<br>All I want to do is forever close my eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chelsea+Wallace">Chelsea Wallace</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=582355" data-title="Weeping Guitar de Chelsea Wallace" data-description="Well I've got this guitar, that usually sings A couple pills, and some scars And I gently pluck all the strings While gazing at the stars My guitar begins to weep Each strum echoes my pain The sharp chords cut so deep Bitter loneliness is driv..."></div> </div> </div>

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