whatever happened to me

when she sits all alone, so far away
from where my eyes just can`t see
maybe feelin lonely
or just wondering about the day
but if it happens she`s thinking of me
hope it`s the same,
the same smile that creep upon my face
whenever i call her name
or empty asit may sound
the beatings of my heart
needs no pick-ups for the frets
to amplify the distortion,
the feedbacksand all the noise
whenever i hear her voice.
Star of my guitar,
I'm a short end fuse
life without my muse!
She stays behind those clouds,
so i pray the sattelites
hear my voice clear and loud
rushing like waves on silvertide.
Lord,give me a phonewhen she feels lone,
(perhaps a ringtone) and a song,
she can always sing along.
Maybe then she`ll be happy
though sad my eyes just can't see.

p.s. i ain`t no poetical prick ,but i just love doing that