Wednesday, May 14, 2014

guitare here

Dreaming above the concrete,
When my eye was caught by this beauty,
I walked into a window,
I was just staring at this guitar,
The way it was curved,
The way it smelled,
The old strings,
I needed someone to teach me,
what there was yet the I couldn't see,
You must have been someone best friend,
Someone forgot about you,
And brought you away with the trash,
But I found you,
My guitar here,
I found you when you were lost,
And now you'll be by my side,
We'll be singing and playing together,
I'll take care of you,
Like you catch my teardrops while I play,
And we'll love each other,
Me and this guitar here...
You're my babe dear,
Oh guitar here...

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