That DAMNED Guitar

My heart strings
Were once strummed
By the fingers of an ebony angel
Like that old beat up guitar you used to play
Now my heart strings lay covered in dust and discarded
No longer feeling the out-pour of heavenly melody
That once used to flow down those magnificent fingers of ebony
Like that old beat up guitar you used to play
That now sits next to my heart strings
In the corner, collecting dust
Hoping and praying that one day
Those ebony angel’s elegant fingers
Will one day pour the melody of a seraph over them once again
But unlike that old beat up guitar you used to play
My heart strings can be restored and renewed
But they won’t, they will no longer be used by any cherubim
In heaven nor hell never will these heart strings play
The lovely tunes that were once played on that old beat up guitar

-Showtime: The FlyyGuy

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