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Whitewood Acoustic Guitar

Whitewood Acoustic Guitar,
I know you are longing, to be played,
There has been years and years, since you've been made,
I want to hit those strings, too,
And play the dearly melody, of life,

Whitewood Acoustic Guitar,
You say the perfect song was never made,
For my feelings for you, will always be the same,
I want to strum the tuned-strings, too,
And fill the sound of night, and dawn,

And when the sad, swiftly wind,
blows away all the love,
Will you still sing for me,
The song of love, & life,

Whitewood Acoustic Guitar,
I sing the beautiful melody, you sing the track,
The perfectly written lyrics, reflect tonight's gaze,
The verses, chorus, bridges, all remain the same,
And playing the guitar, for the rest of the night,

I Love You, I Love You!

About this poem

Hi There! This is my first poem that I'm sharing here on poetry.com and I'm really excited (and nervous). I wrote this poem yesterday when I was lying on my bed, extremely bored. I have an acoustic guitar, which I got on my 12th birthday, but crazy enough, I don't know how to play guitar! Yet, whenever I see the guitar, hanging on the wall, I feel melancholy, and wonder what the guitar must feel like, all day, longing for someone to play the melodious strings of it. So, this poem, is dedicated for the guitar, which I call "Whitewood Acoustic Guitar".  

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Written on December 06, 2021

Submitted by thecobbguyt on December 07, 2021

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Hi! I'm vynfoxx, and I'm a teen extremely into poetry & songwriting, etc. Apart from that, I'm quite an avid music listener, and have a deep interest in rock, folk rock,indie and pop-rock songs. But of all these genres my favourite by far, is beatlesque (great beatles fan btw). If you have anything to say about my work, any suggestion, criticism, anything, do comment down to let me know, have a great day! more…

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