Alexis, 3 february 2012
The head of the guitar by each touch became softer and smoother; the crone cursive writing of the brand owner Gibson. The lifeless neck that lies on your hand which holds the musical strings that breathes life into each sound that comes out. Each string has its own beautiful unique sound that brightens those who may fallen to far in into darkness and turn reality into fantasy and fairy tales. The hole that echoes this sweet sound all through the charcoal black hollow body and flows though the flawless natural air like musical notes coming to life while flowing off the page.
Alexis, 3 february 2012
If I needed to pass a test in class,
He was there to help me study.
If I needed a shoulder to cry on,
He was there to whip my tears away.
When I needed someone to talk too,
He was there to lend me his ear.
When I was having a bad day,
He was there to brighten my day with words of wisdom.
When I lost a loved one to the hands of death,
He was there to tell me that God will let him through the gates filled with happiness.
When I had lost myself to my fantasy,
He was there to bring me back to reality.
When i needed to be loved by someone,
He was there to love me as a friend, person, and human being.
Because he is and forever more my guardian angel.
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