Sweet prose poem about love in the most unexpected places. |
Gentle guitar strumming floats from his room Nobody knows what he’s about They call him a rebel, a failure, a punk. Yet, he ignores it all, when he plays he guitar. He doesn’t say a word in class He sits alone at lunch He drives an old beat up car But nobody knows this, when he plays his guitar. They assumed someone else would talk to him But nobody ever did So he sits alone at night Forgetting it all, when he plays his guitar Graduation day came and he was no where to be found But nobody noticed Until he came onstage to make a speech The entire room falls silent, when he plays his guitar. You never paid attention to be You said you would talk to me one day But you never did You never asked me what I was about, he says as he plays his guitar. After, lots of people came up to him Shaking his hand and congratulating him But…somebody gave him a hug. It was his next door neighbor She said she always loved him, when he played his guitar. He never noticed her, and so he felt ashamed. She said she watched him outside her window every night But she never told him. He took her hand and held it tight, and she cried when he played his guitar For her. |