Me and my guitar.. we're the best of friends..we are... strumming strings..and writing songs... passing time along... together..always..till the end... making music..when we can... jotting down..thoughts in mind... writing them.. all out in rhyme... Strumming strings..so I can hear... sounds of music..in my ear... put that tune..around my words... we got a song..that no one has heard.. Me and my guitar.. we may never get too far... we may never.. reach the top... but we have music.. that'll never stop... Strumming strings..and writing songs... me and my guitar belongs... we're the best of friends..we are... me and my guitar...me and my guitar.
Reason for writing:
Talent.. and an ear for music..an instrument...
and a mind full of words..and a heart full of feelings...
can ..when combined.. result in..a compostion.. of poetry
in motion.
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