from your pawned guitar.

[Laura]

I miss the way you hold me
in the comfort of your hands, I always sounded right
I would strap you, you would handle me
and you always slid down me so quickly
it felt like the first time every time

and even when I was broken
you came to fix me.
and even when I was hurting
you came to heal me.

when you couldn't speak,
I would be the out loud for you
when you would fail, I would take the blame
and tumble for you, you know I always needed you
and you always needed me

you wouldn't leave me in the dark
you knew I was a little claustrophobic
anywhere you would go, I would follow
making the words you could never speak
through lines of music

emptiness was non-existent
with you as my shell
keeping me warm and safe from the world outside
the wicked winds and wood burning
you would always hold me close

never came second once to another
let the light pierce my eyes to shine my blue surface
all over the room, I would glare
you would strum and I would sing
this was excellence, you knew it then

I always wondered what happened

because when I was broken
you always fixed me
and when I was hurting
you would console me with your hands

and your fingers, they were like magic
now that green rolling through them takes my place
I'll never be the heart you dreamt of beating
lying in a cheap pawn shop window

dying to be fixed again.

[thecrazybeautiful]

"I'll never be the heart you dreamt of beating
lying in a cheap pawn shop window

dying to be fixed again."

That part made me go "Aww, poor guitar."

I like how it's the guitar's view. It makes it really interesting and unique.

[Absinthe]

I like this.

"because when I was broken
you always fixed me
and when I was hurting
you would console me with your hands"

.......that part was my favorite.

Great job on this, and I have a feeling it isn't just about a guitar. . . . .

[Laura]

Well you can take your emotions and put it into an object ... heh.

[Only Me]

i like how it seems like you are talking about your human soul mate, or a long lost love... but then it turns and we find out that it is the guitar expressing its feelings toward its owner who turned it away in exchange for money. Its wonderful