0029.A Guitar Pick... Like My Heart Poem by Sunset Moonshine
0029.A Guitar Pick... Like My Heart
A broken guitar pick,
Like my broken heart,
Can't be fixed,
Cause it was like art,
So my heart is closed,
I ran out of love,
It use to fit,
Like a snug glove,
So I'm giving up on it all,
No thanks to you,
I've tried everything to fix my heart,
Even glue,
So now I give up,
On fixing my heart,
You left me,
So now we are apart,
My guitar pick,
Is broken in half,
My heart,
Split apart.
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