My Guitar's Crying As Well

My Guitar's Crying As Well

A Story by bd

There is a can-not-be-described-with-ordinary-words type of longing bringing all those years within. Tonight, I am dolorous with this guitar of mine accompanying by crying as well as me. I desire this drunkness I'm feeling to never end. All those should-have-been-beautiful-years come with a deep sadness filling me with pain and suffering.

© 2015 bd


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Added on July 9, 2015
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Istanbul, Europe, Turkey



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