yeah i got a guitar
and i learned a few chords
and now that i’m
strumming along
i thought i might
write you this song
although i’ll change
not me but the names
to protect my
my best intentions
but when you hear
this ballad
you’ll know
your soul will ache
as the sound fills your bones
your skin will chill
with each inflected tone
and before a chorus
i’ll belt out a few
whoa. oh. oh’s….
brown eyed girl
i broke our promise
and your not
the forgiving kind
not matter what I do
i’ll always be set
to rewind
as you play the tapes
to remind
that promise broke
on a sacred oath
isn’t something
you’ll let go
and the thing is
you may hear this song
but it wont matter much
cause you’ll already be gone
and i’ll wonder
i always do
like a poet
stuck riding public transit
using the back
of the seat as a canvas
pondering if the one
he pines for
ever reads
his scores
and a soulful wale
followed by something
inaudible
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