Opposites Attract
There is no description I can give of your tone
I have no words only quaking
You look up at me over metal strings
Your fingers glide in sync on wings
Each note is played deep and true
I sit here in awe of you
Your fingers your eyes your laugh and smile
My heart is beating, waiting.
As it turns out you need your space
My mind in panic can't find its place
I want us to be real and fun
But I see the truth, the smoking gun
You live in cold
I delve in warmth
You think in lyrics
I breathe in art
You have your guitar I have my pen
We make no sense, no happy end
We each walk our way alone
You'll strike a chord, I'll set the tone
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