He Played For Her
A boy with a guitar.
He dreamt he'd go far
He picked his string of six
He had a variety of plastic picks
He'd play his song
When he'd play, he'd never play a note wrong
He'd play his songs of blues
His music lighting up his inner rues
He'd play that rock
How good he played, was quite a shock
Some would say he played it that first day
With a girl on his mind
His fingers, they devotedly played
They say love is blind
His love was
He tried to play
But the strings tied around his mind like a too-tight necklace
He never did get to play her a song
It seemed like it lasted too long
By the time his music sang
The timer had already rang
Maybe his muse
Wasnt a noose
Maybe her leaving
Was his new beginning
She left him
On her own whim
Now he had his music in her place
He could set this love, at his own pace.
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