Acoustic guitar
The lonely guitar weeps
Without sound in the old house
The sunlight creep into it
No emotion no goodbye
The strings broken long ago
As the owner learned a few chords
Abandoned it after he couldn't find his progress
Leaving the guitar weeps alone
Book shelves giving support
Leaning it let it weeps
It's only the lonely echo
In a house nobody lives
The curtains hanging loose
Windows slanting giving air flow
There is nothing much the guitar can do
It only weeps alone in the corner
The owner hardly returns
Leaving the things as usual as he puts there
The history of his marks in the old house
Only when he comes cleaning the house
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