<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=583296" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>While My Guitar Gently Weeps...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's hard to tell how many regrets my heart keeps, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">After the scars of my heart I see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes fall short of tears to cry, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While my guitar gently weeps...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my present turns back and into the past it peeps, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Delightful memories flood in with a sweet pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the anguish comes out through the strings, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While my guitar gently weeps...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>As the nostalgia <br>on my broken heart creeps, <br> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I curse myself for my blunders.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nobody can ever hear my heart sob, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While my guitar gently weeps...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is so unfair that the whole world peacefully sleeps, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And has faithful people to care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I have nobody to console me, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">While my guitar gently weeps...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> -SUJAY.S.P</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sujay+Patekar">Sujay Patekar</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=583296" data-title="While My Guitar Gently Weeps... de Sujay Patekar" data-description="It's hard to tell how many regrets my heart keeps, After the scars of my heart I see. Eyes fall short of tears to cry, While my guitar gently weeps... When my present turns back and into the past it peeps, Delightful m..."></div> </div> </div>

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