Capo

February 20, 2016

No food no friends no books no phone

close my eyes and think of home

Laughs and cries throughout the years

become tunes for only my ears

C major A minor

How did it go?

Stuck in this place

I will never know

Maybe in callus it will soon show

Oh shoot I forgot the capo

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