my guitar has six strings,
it gets lonely when nobody sings,
musical and magical,
my pick makes my guitar sound so magical,
and no matter were i go shes right there,
when i play my guitar people always stare,
we sound so good together,
i hope my guitar will stay with me forever,
my guitar has six strings.
but it gets lonely when no one sings,
my guitar is never out of tune,
it doesnt matter who i play it too,
wether you're happy, mad or feeling blue,
just remember my guitar will help you get thru.
1/11/2009
Copyright ©2009 Jose Murguia
I have always wanted to play a guitar. But all I was cut out to do was play the pots and pans in the kitchen! Have you heard me? LOL Good piece, says a lot!
This poem needs more internal symmetry. It has some, but it needs more. GW62
I like how everything flows really great together. It's very smooth and very poetic. I really like it.
It must b magical guitar than wow! Keep playing and writing good job...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simple and beautiful, it says so much.. I really like the way you express your thoughts.