I've Come For My Guitar

ive come for my guitar
at least give me that much
you stole my dreams, and broke my heart
and left me here as such

i left it here in hopes,
that youd bring it back to me
but obviously you dont care
and now i plainly see

ill take it home and write a song
about how bad i feel
because now ive finally realized
that none of it was real

so ive come for my guitar
its time to let it go
and now this is goodbye i guess
i guess ill never know.....

poem by E.A. England
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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