Unfinished Song

your voice pulls the strings
of my guitar
an intro
to my world
with chords as heavy
as the blink of your eyes
when you hear my call

an acoustic made up
of memories
of verses
playing in my head
you are the lyrics of my song
always

a bridge to something
deeper within
your little movements
strum my chest
careless fingers

a chorus keeps reiterating
every talk of sweet nothings
each line speaks
of an unknown ending
but in pauses
coming in kisses
lingering embraces

the melody goes on
for I see no ending
to our song

Evelyn Dumag-Gabinete


This is the #potd poem of the day.

I would love to write a poem for you. See how.

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