Ode to my GuitarA Poem by ShaunHey, what can I say? I love the damned thing.
It's a double edge sword, oh friend of friends,
That describes or relationship, our coupling. Some days I drool while we mingle. Others, I consider your tragic breaking. But those good times we share are well past euphoric With our solos and sweeps and trills They raise my soul to a place rarely ventured Awakening me like the winters chill. But we have to talk, my dear comrade, Of those days when we sit in silence The notes we play are inaccurate and dismayed And completely without technique or triumph. But lord, when it's good, it's very, very, good When our harmony is melodic and true When my hands do as I mean for them to It makes sex seem like the act that is boring. I'm laughing now at the thought of these past eight years Of our constant ups and dive bombs But I would never go back and learn the drums Because, guitar, my six stringed friend, I absolutely love you. © 2014 ShaunReviews
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Added on April 6, 2014Last Updated on April 6, 2014 AuthorShaunILAboutI'm 24. I've been writing for several years. My poetry is usually more dark. more..Writing
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