That guitar in the cornor
Has strummed its share of blues.
Its filled with dust and times so rough
Each string it stays untuned.
Your lovin's sweet like melodies.
Your touch like silk so smooth.
I love it all, forget me now.
You must be leavin' soon.
Our dreams, the magical scenes
Won't last forevermore.
I can't afford those fancy things,
That girls like you adore.
That guitar in the cornor
Was pawned from town to town.
I won't be glad to see you go
But we can't live off love.
I've failed at many things in life,
And I can't lie no more.
This is a truth, you can't refute.
We need much more then us.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Country Melodies
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I enjoyed this one.. thanks for sharing...
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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nice poem - thanks for linking up with one shot
sometimes sad that we think we need more than love - in a way we do - in a way we don't..
This one says alot. I wonder if love is enough if it is the right person???
Don't know. It's a thought provoking poem
glad you shared with us at One Shot
moon smiles
Vivid blues vibe coming off this, living up to title, fitting word choices, etc. .. damn near perfect.
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