Calluses

Six strings
Ten fingers
And twenty two frets
But still no good reason to write you a love song
Three buckles the hold closed the hardshell case that hasn't been opened In years
I've forgotten what its like to hold a piece of wood with no agenda besides creating
Now I only hold it to impress
There are plenty of good excuses for why this hardshell have collected so much dust over the past years
But you are not one
You deserve a love song
I am just doubtful that I can capture my feelings for you with anything less than a symphony

I love you, I miss you, I need you.
       
                          LOVE BEN