It's hard to tell how many regrets my heart keeps, <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />After the scars of my heart I see. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Eyes fall short of tears to cry, <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />While my guitar gently weeps... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />When my present turns back and into the past it peeps, <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Delightful memories flood in with a sweet pain. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />All the anguish comes out through the strings, <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />While my guitar gently weeps... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />As the nostalgia <br />on my broken heart creeps, <br /> <br /> <br />I curse myself for my blunders. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Nobody can ever hear my heart sob, <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />While my guitar gently weeps... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />It is so unfair that the whole world peacefully sleeps, <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />And has faithful people to care. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />But I have nobody to console me, <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />While my guitar gently weeps... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> -SUJAY.S.P<br /><br />Sujay Patekar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/while-my-guitar-gently-weeps-2/
