Strummin' the guitar,
plucking at the strings.
Faster, faster, the notes fly;
the guitar sings.
Playing such sweet music,
the guitarist smiles.
"Really nothin' to it,
once you've played for a while."
Notes dance in the air,
fills the room with gold.
Guitarist has a blank stare,
blasting away the cold.
Loving the warm sunshine,
beaming down on his face.
Summer is a "gold mine",
wrapped in musical embrace.
The notes are flying high,
up into the clouds.
Thangels singing in the sky;
yep, it's that loud!
The world seems to dance,
to the rythm of the guitar.
Everyone follows in a trance,
as the guitarist leaves in his car.
Driving down the highway,
trying to find his star.
"This is not a good day!
Please erase this scar!"
His eyes open; he's awake
he sits up in bed.
He picks up the phone;
he wants to clear his head
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When no one picks up the phone,
he quickly whipes his eye.
"How long does this have to drone one?
What's the matter with my life?"
Sure he wants to go on,
with his career and his life.
But it doesn't seem worth it,
to go on with such strife.
Sitting there all tangled;
a web of lies so cold.
he really wishes his loved one
was there for him to hold.
He'd tell her everything
about his life - he wants to come clean.
But he's afraid she won't accept it -
it's him she would hit.
No, she won't do it.
She loved him more than that.
Becuase they are the best thing
eachothers ever had.
Oh, how he loved her
from the first day that they met.
A face and attitude like her's
is something he won't ever forget.
Things aren't what they seem;
much love, not hate.
This isn't just the guitarit's dream,
and he isn't too late. |
Submission Name: Guitarist's Dream
