Yay, another villanelle! This one is about ten trillion times better than my first one, in my own opinion. It's also 100% fictional, which is very rare for me. Enjoy! :)

I play her grief on guitar strings

Woke up last night to awful news

Don't got the time to nurse this sting

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Those teary eyes say everything

All I see's a chord to use

I play her grief on guitar strings

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Through her storm of suffering

Can't stop my soul, can't ditch my muse

Don't got the time to nurse this sting

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She don't get the lack of comforting

Thinks that I don't sense her cues

I play her grief on guitar strings

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Her aggravation's heightening

I don my shades to hide those hues

Don't got the time to nurse this sting

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My baby bird's got broken wings

But this boy was born to sing the blues

I play her grief on guitar strings

Don't got the time to nurse this sting