“My Six String Lady.”

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We sing along,
We dance together.
You understand me,
and my being an oxymoron; so well!
My six string lady,
Ooh..! My winged fret deity.
Bless me with a salvation,
With active and open ears till eternity.
You bruise my Blues,
You Jazz on my tears;
You grunge and dead rebel,
Tolerating my raw Metal riffs;
Played on you and tune in,
To refine and harmonize my Instrumentals.

So many nights we’ve spent along,
Plenty of promises and;
So many countless mute vows, we’ve taken.
You breathe on my undone experiments on You,
And I keep playing my overflowing thoughts;
My every little intrinsic noise on You.
My fixed ring baby,
Ooh..! My Wooden beauty.
Grace your lullabies,
To my dormant Whole;
But restless Soul till eternity.
My six string lady,
Ooh..! My winged fret deity.
Bless me with a salvation,
With active and open ears till eternity.

You distort on my Punk,
Hip ‘n’ hop; while I Reggae.
You swing wild to the swaying sonorous Psychedelia;
And seldom we both blaspheme darkly,
Strumming the Gothic chord.
Ooh..! My winged fret deity.
Bless me with a salvation,
With active and open ears till eternity.
GUITAR…me smoothly towards my end days,
Playing me loud and inside out.
Ooh! My six string lady,
My Guitar softly sings….
To bless me a salvation,
With active and open ears till eternity.

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