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The Guitar |
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Ravenz23 New Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 7 |
When I first met you, I thought you average, ordinary.. dull. I only went home with you from lack of anything better to do. When I entered you room, it was just as dull and boring, as what I thought of you. That is until.. I saw the red and black guitar standing, defiantly, against the wall. Do you remember how I begged you to play? and you relented. I watched you pick up that guitar, and you handled it like a living being. As you began to play, long fingers moving.. first slowly... then faster over glistening strings. You changed. Fire came into your eyes, they began to glaze over and you were in another world. Every note seemed to seep from somewhere deep within you, Like this was all you had been born to do. I was enthralled. And I had fallen for you in that instant. Later that night, as I was walking out the door.. a smile came to my lips, as I glanced back and saw, the red and black guitar.. leaning defiantly against the wall. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Aw yes the good old guitar what a wonderful instrument and it can change the individual playing because they enter another world... similar to this poetry we write.....love this one and by the way...welcome to Passions... it probably ended up being a pretty good night...eh! I bet! |
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Local Rebel Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-21
Posts 5767Southern Abstentia |
quite a tale raven... and rebels colors too.... kudos poet |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Ravenz~ Welcome to Passions. Enjoyed the music ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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