Please understand, this little piece actually came as a very bad song. :) So I guess it'll make it to very very very bad poetry.


I can't play

I'm sitting here with a guitar
but I can't play
I still wanna rock the world
but I can't play

You really wanted me to play for you
you begged me to
to rock for you
but you won't do
the same for me

I tried so hard to be the one
who held the guitar
the drums, the voice - i was it all

i really wanted to play
but i just can't
and so we are
not perfect at all

I realised that the perfect solo
would be
not you, just me

So I packed the bagage and i left you there
on the road onto succes
i left you by the road alone

But you wouldn't care
cause i wouldn't play
even if you sillyly asked me to
i couldn't play it all for you

I was ruining all the stupid chords
and I didn't remember all the words
and the beat just didn't hook
so I took - my luggage

and I miss you still
hope you maybe also will

And I'll just be the solo now
and maybe after
someone'll found
me over here
hitchiking back to me

I'm sitting here with a guitar
but I can't play
I still wanna rock the world
but I can't play




Poetry by Angie-M
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Written on 2005-10-14 at 18:15

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Utianima
a super work of poetry ;) nicely done!
2006-01-29


Ray
I really loved this poem. I know how to play the guitar, but I presume you really meant, the playing here, of the emotion of love. Correct me if I am wrong. Not a lot of people "know" how to really play the "guitar"! Thanks.
2005-10-14