Snapped String
I know it's important to believe,
But I know that because people won't,
They all break me and leave,
They leave who I am, who I could be,
And all for a moment of fleeting joy,
To which even my guitar cannot outdo.
The guitar that despite it's lost string,
Walked me through what I know could've been worse,
It was true, yet a sound of wary sureness,
And for once, I'd felt solace.
K