Fingers gently strumming my guitar 
Category: Writing and Poetry 


Fingers gently strumming my guitar
Too young to drive a car
My friend's garage

 

Too shy to get your attention
Too naïve to form an expression
You were too free to make an exception
Later I tried to win you with affection
This sad mask of deception
Staring into my lost reflection

 

What fun I had experiencing you
You painted my presence
Your body gave me presents
Gifts for my eye
I never wondered why

 

I just sat in your domain
Around you it never seemed to rain
I usually inspired nothing but disdain
People were kind enough to refrain
Think I'll just take this train
Hop on the next plane

 

Leaving for the coast
I loved you the most
But I was too shy
Now I want to die