Loyal

She said she loved it.
The way her eyes
Couldn’t stay open
When she knew a song.
Loyal to her music
Each song was treasured
The way she wished to be.
But feared the boredom
She plucked her way through
When the music was tired.
But life isn’t a guitar.
You can’t pluck away
The pain of a broken heart
When you’re loyal
To a song you haven’t learnt
To play to the end.

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