Store my Sorrows in Sonorites

The guitar is my journal. Her strings ring to the drumming of this breaking heart. She stores my sorrows in sonorites.

I know you must let go of the glitter in your hands. Leave it behind. Litter on the road. But for now- keep it in your hands to hold.

Published by Silent Singer

The Silent Singer

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