Do you remember that old guitar that I use to play and strum
As you would set and listen, watch and hum
I found it just the other day, where it was put away
I could do no more than stare at where it lay
Time had warped it's shape a bit
All the strings where snaped and bent
Never again music would it make
Inside I felt again my heart break
I remember when it was bright and new
Of course I thought of you
How you danced, your hips and feet so smoothly flowed
While quickly over the cords my fingers would go
I would play by the roaring midnight fire
Your voice as sweet as the heavenly choir
You would stare at the stars, as they would gaze down on you
I know that you both enjoyed the view
That was all before the music up and died
No longer inside of me would it ever again reside
One moment you where full of life, then in my arms you lay
I watched as you quickly slipped away
Now all I can do, is talk to old pictures of you
Wishing also that my life was through
Just like that old guitar, what use is there for I
Without you there is no music, happiness or joy, all I do is cry
I found it just the other day, where it was put away
I could do no more than stare at where it lay
Never again music would it make
Inside I felt again my heart break
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
Do you remember that old guitar that I use to play and strum
As you would set and listen, watch and hum
I found it just the other day, where it was put away
I could do no more than stare at where it lay
Time had warped it's shape a bit
All the strings where snaped and bent
Never again music would it make
Inside I felt again my heart break
I remember when it was bright and new
Of course I thought of you
How you danced, your hips and feet so smoothly flowed
While quickly over the cords my fingers would go
I would play by the roaring midnight fire
Your voice as sweet as the heavenly choir
You would stare at the stars, as they would gaze down on you
I know that you both enjoyed the view
That was all before the music up and died
No longer inside of me would it ever again reside
One moment you where full of life, then in my arms you lay
I watched as you quickly slipped away
Now all I can do, is talk to old pictures of you
Wishing also that my life was through
Just like that old guitar, what use is there for I
Without you there is no music, happiness or joy, all I do is cry
I found it just the other day, where it was put away
I could do no more than stare at where it lay
Never again music would it make
Inside I felt again my heart break
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