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Post by Laura on Feb 18, 2006 16:35:47 GMT -6
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.
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Post by thecrazybeautiful on Feb 21, 2006 16:56:36 GMT -6
"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.
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Post by Absinthe on Mar 3, 2006 18:23:48 GMT -6
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. . . . .
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Post by Laura on Mar 4, 2006 7:37:06 GMT -6
Well you can take your emotions and put it into an object ... heh.
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Post by Only Me on Jul 16, 2006 13:08:58 GMT -6
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
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