The Guitar

Oct 12, 2004 19:21

the guitar wants me,
the guitar needs me,
the guitar loves me,
and it feeds me,
the guitar holds me through the beating,
as I lose control and hope is fleeting,
and were there none else to sustain me,
the guitar is able to keep me alive,
and were there none else to contain me,
it wouldn't let me break in the strife.
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