To My Guitar

Why do you
Talk back to me?

I hold you so nicely
And all you do
Is say the most awful things.

You rattle.
You’re flat.
You groan under my touch.

Is it too much to ask
For one sweet note?
One that is deep,
Hanging in the air
And brings a
Smile to me.

Please?

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