When it feels like all I have loved has left,
And that my deft touch maybe wasn't so deft;
I turn my eyes to the Heavens with tears,
They pour like rain from pain held in over years.
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Then I pick up a Gibson Les Paul, And exercise more demons than David to Saul.
Oops! You want to EXORCISE those bad boys, NOT give them exercise to make them stronger! : -0
Write comment. A nice work, Brett. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks