This poem is dedicated to my precious guitar ...


precious cure


Oh precious cure
the sounds you make
when I pull your strings
and you make me want to sing

Oh precious cure
the way you make me feel,
unlike everything else
touching you seems so real

Oh precious cure
I could never do without
the feelings you bring
when all I want is to shout

Oh precious cure
be mine forever
and neither of us
will ever again be alone



Poetry by Linn
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Written on 2006-07-19 at 00:42

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