A Work In Progress (under construction)

Posted: October 4, 2012 in Rhymes

by Jericho Carrillo on Thursday, 30 September 2010 at 09:29


my fingertips smell like the rust on my string

as i strum my guitar, and i hum ’cause i couldn’t sing

i used to sit on this bench with you near but

Now i wish you were here, wish you were here


To listen as i sing our ”what might have been’s”

And I am missing your face, as you hide your grin

Trying hard not to laugh out loud But

you make me feel like a rockstar when you’re around


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