Guitar Strings
They say love isn't a game.
If not then what is it?
I look into the eyes of my lover,
Nothing.
I feel my lovers heart race.
It beats to the melody of lies.
My lover,
Oh how I'm played.
I fall for his rhythm.
I am played,
Over and over again.
A never ending song,
Thanks to the guitar strings.
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