Guitar. Poem by Dislocated Heart

Its the guitar strings..
that play me sweet songs,
reminding me of what I've got to do..

Songs are played..
when love is displayed.
Lingering hearts..
starts to dance within the dark.

teasing, wanting..
but just not enough.

I continue,
play whatever note I can find..
maybe someone will hear me near by..

I'll finally get a helping hand..

could you see the fear in my eyes?
could you feel my hands tremble?
my heart break?

Somethings arent on display..
not like the songs I play..
that makes emotions easier to see..
and words that dont come out right,
connect with every person in distance and sight.

Its this guitar,
with strings and notes,
black and white,
faded, and golden,
thats keeping my words alive.