Thursday 23 March 2023

Tele

My guitar is a telephone
I use it to talk with God 
And to my soul
And through it 
I hear things 
That are far away.
When I play
I'm serious.

My guitar is a telephone,
And on it it I have 
Childlike conversations.

I love you.
Daddy.

I made stuff.
I was good today.
My heart hurts.
When are you coming home?
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