I feel so bad,
my eyes are teary
and I can barely see.
Thoughts keep running
through my head
as I lay on my bed.
I keep on searching
not for him
but for another thing.
Yes, it's not him that
I'm looking for
anymore.
Aha! There you are,
my precious one,
my black guitar.
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