Until the pick hits these strings
Thu, 10/15/2009 - 20:30 | 
Amy Blackwell
Addicted to
A memoy held.
That song ,that night.
Tangled, still I am.
Haunting melodies,
That now paint a picture of my heart.
I close my eyes, your tone touches my soul.
I drink your precious melodies.
Nothing describes these emotions,
Until the pick hits the strings.
Until the pick hits these strings.
Until my pick hits these strings.
APB
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How often do you write poetry?
Daily
20%
Weekly
11%
Monthly
2%
When the mood strikes
47%
During stressful or emotional times
13%
Not that frequently
4%
I just like to read poetry
3%
Total votes: 339
