I think this poem is missing something but I can't quite figure out what it is so therefore I can't add it. Please help me if you can!
you know,
i've damaged my fingers over you.
bent over a wooden fret board
watching as my fingers paint songs
that i can never let you hear.
overrated repetitive vague cliche.
the same things you have heard for years.
until now,
when i tend to attract the guy
with the better guitar
and the better complexion
who knows i've never been kissed
yet, leaves it alone.
until now,
he says
"i love you,"
i have to turn away, because
i dont know what that means.
