Behind Closed Doors

Say all the words
you need
to keep us tied
Silence is
a pair of
scissors

Tangle me
with your love
to keep
the door
ajar
Hatred is
a knot
blackens
the light

A Famous Musician’s Wife

Once upon a time
our story was an inspiration
in every piece of music you wrote
I hoped it stayed that way
You and your guitar
by the ivy clothed window
facing the morning honey beams

Life is happening nowadays
You run out of time
to hear the birds’ morning routine
and wish coffee can be drip fed
My luxury of morning coffee in bed
is downgraded to Valentine’s treat

We are no strangers
But if I have to choose
I am willing to be your old guitar
play me till your fingers bleed
and your heart is content
once again

 

person playing guitar
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