Six Strings & Broken Dreams
A poem
Sitting here underneath the summer sun
Sipping on strawberry lemonade
Wishing it was spiked with something more
Strumming my six string
Singing into the wind
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Wishing you were here
But I don’t want to fight no more
Thinking back to yesteryear
When we danced on the promenade
Laughing under the midnight moon
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Stuck my feet in the water
Frigid cold, ice running down my spine
Like your steely voice
On a cold winter’s day
Just another imitation lie
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Wishing you were here
But I don’t want to fight no more
Thinking back to yesteryear
When we danced on the promenade
Kissing under the midnight moon
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Silky sheets; smooth talker
Razor sharp, silver tongue
Broken vows; pierced heart
Another night: fallin’ apart
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Push the curtain aside
Stare out the window, waiting
For endings and beginnings
Six strings and broken dreams
Close my eyes and watch you fade
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Another midnight moon
Another year around the sun
Wishing you were here
But I don’t want to fight no more
I don’t want to fight no more
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Hi Everyone!
I haven’t had much time to write, but I’ve missed it fiercely! Here’s my latest. It’s a bit harsh and more about struggles in life than those in my life.
I hope to get back to writing as life settles down again! KA Stefana
About the Creator
KA Stefana
I started writing as a hobby during quarantine. From a hobby, a passion bloomed. Author of Dark Fantasy with a twist of romance. Available on KU - The Origins of Darkness, The Daughters of Darkness and The Forgotten.
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