i found this guitar by the side of a stage,
not lose nor lost, nor in a cage.
it sat innocent, begging to be played,
and so i obliged, as i am well behaved.
we frolicked for a while, just me and the strings,
but the story does have quite a gruesome sting.
our love was brief, some would say more a fling,
but for the minutes we shared, oh the joy they did bring.
it’s still sat there, by the side of the stage,
missing the man, by whom it was played,
i sure hope for it’s next lover, my guitar behaves,
whilst knowing it’s next encounter won’t feel the same.
peace, love, positivity, yours,
AF
