The Boy With the Blue Guitar

Cue the sad song there’s the rain

Might as well make a movie scene

The girl with the journal

Watching the boy with the guitar

Walk away before anything happens

While she writes on scratched pages

He’s singing lyrics and tunes out of cages

Smiles and goes with that style of hipster

Only in those movies will the boy fall for the writer


She’s playing conversations in her head

Feeling butterflies that she never thought she’d feel again

Was bitter enough to get words written

Now these words are blocked and smitten

Distracted by the boy singing with his guitar

His smile disturbing the beat of her heart

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