My Only Friend

we're making music tonight.

There you sit
in a corner
on my bed
never tired
and constantly running
through my head.
Your my best friend
my only one
that I have left.
Never saying a word
not a single thing
but always letting me touch you
on your sensitive string.
Or is it strings
after all you have six of them
laid across you
like a brand new trend
but I mean not to scorn you
only to let you know that I
adore you.
Your the only one I've got
its a one of a kind thing
even after burning through
your reverberating ring
and the cord you call an arm.
Its always been this way
you giving in to what I want to play
no matter how low I go
my hands can only reach your head
your neck
and your beautiful body.
And yes, it is beautiful
even if your not a total hottie
slender
perfect
and jet black
with white to match.
Your the only thing that I can protect
and has lasted me this long
yet soon our time will pass
when I find yet another lass.
But its not your fault
my six stringed friend
the blame it is mine
here in the end.

Author's Note

I felt like doing a play on music, and I thought of my guitar.
so enjoy this music tonight.

Reviews

[The Cute 1]

i like this alot