the guitar...

If these walls could talk, would they cry for me...if my guitar could speak would it sing to me... in this room i have felt like dying...many have been the tears flowing from me...the angels and demons that dwell inside my soul...come together with a passion unknown to human form...this passion slips threw my fingers and into my guitar for it has been there for me in it i have unleashed it all...it knows my heart it knows my truth...it knows i have loved and hated to..it has my soul...comforts it with its tune...in it lies my strengths my stories and my moods... i know i will love again...most likely hurt some more...its all good though...cause no matter what happens... ill still have my guitar...

this poem is for my new friend and one great poet...(oceansoul ) here's to you...hope you like it...