Guitar Strings Poem by Nandipha Mphanya

Much like guitar strings
I'm fragile and need to be held with pride
I could be your dime
Inside my mind
That's where a picture of you resides
Like these paint strands
On my arms and hair,   I feel your skin on mine
Little do i want that to change
Like strings,   I could break at any time
Depends all on your will
On on your strength and power
But I have no will power
My heart shuts me up everytime
Much like guitar strings,   you can't just play a song without  practice
How would the sounds fall on your ears?
Much like guitar strings
Good care is needed
Not only for the strings,   but your fingers
I depend on soft and tender touches
Much like guitar strings
Okay the song very well
There is an audience  waiting for your dismay
The audience  to judge your pace,   your reign,   your sounds
Could he master those guitar strings?
Play on baby,  
Much like guitar strings,   take care