Flying past and remembering those last
Love filled days,
While my Guitar gently weeps.
Dont know how
I went so loud
Broke all my crossings
From then my Guitar gently weeps
How to forget
those tears you had
While I left you crying
And so my Guitar gently weeps.
Twenty years,
You not even in my dreams near
Inspite of all my tryings
Still my Guitar gently weeps
I have not
lived any day of any sort
Since when my Guitar gently weeps
Along with me !
A light Poetry I wrote in around few minutes listening to The Beatles :)
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