MY GUITAR

When I pull Her strings, She starts to sing, So much joy she brings, Her body has beautiful curves, I seduce her with words, She electrifies my nerves, Together we make beautiful music, Forever connected through music, The way I stroke, Makes her hit the highest of notes, She's rejuvenated me with hope, She's so heavenly, I'll cross the seven seas, Just to hear her melodies, She loves when I hit every chord, Notes that come straight from the lord, And connect with my core, Life use to be a nuisance, This gift I never want to lose it, Ever wonder what life would be like without music?
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Published on March 25, 2014 11:50
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