Our love is like an old guitar,
slowly fading out of tune.
Sound echoes through the quite empty room,
The strings are loose and make different sounds.
I’ve tried and tried many times to Tune.
Our feelings are like an old car lost its shine,
Got many dents and bruises overtime.
It’s obvious that we have put in some miles,
But it’s been broken way too many times.
I’ve tried and tried many times to shine.
We are more like an old house that we built,
Love, laughter, brick and mortar were mixed.
We were prompt never tired of repairs and leaks,
Until now it’s full of weeds and dead leaves.
I’ve tried and tried many times to upkeep.
