Guitar at Midnight

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He plays guitar
Songs that speak to my soul
Tug at the stiches
Holding my heart together
Eyes closed
But smouldering
Straining to sing truth
He plays guitar
Tenderly and violent
I wonder what it would be like
For those acoustic string fingers
To play me
Callouses on my soft skin
Would those same eyes smoulder
For me?
Would his truth still ring true
For me?
Those singing lips
Stinging mine
Dare I dream?
But all I know
Is that he plays guitar
Like a lover
Last edited by Galatea on Mon Dec 13, 2004 8:53 pm, edited 1 time in total.
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I know I've commented on this the first time I saw it, but I have to again...*shudder* I want a guitar player now...just...want...purr....goo...melt...I love the way your words flow, the way they sound when spoken aloud...you are such and awesome writer Gal!
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Very nice, this is so smooth you have put it together really well. Great job.




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I never really read this poem I don't think...but it really rocks because it's about a guitar...
when there's nowhere to go, it's time to grow up.




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I love it!

I especially love this line:

"Tenderly and violent"

Probably because I have my own guitar, I know that you can play a guitar violently but still tenderly...

I love the description and the emotion basically peeling itself off of the computer screen.


Keep writing,

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This was good because of the passion that you infused into it.

But, I'm a little iffy about the choice of words in some parts. Such as, you tend to make things much more confusing and complex than they should be, and so therefore, it kinda messes with that intimate flow that you've created. You need to add some more passionate words and really draw the reader in.

Other than that, good work.
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A blast from the past, eh? Our capital-friendly friend here seems to have a few necromantic habits.
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It was nice. I liked it. I wish I had some guy to do all those for me:)
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That was really good. It was romatic and sexy. I love guitarists.
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Love it! Especially these lines:

"Songs that speak to my soul
Tug at the stiches
Holding my heart together"

I love the flow of the piece and the emotion oozing out of it!
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That was really great. I loved the passion and longing you put into it.

It sounded very professional - as a poem goes - and was well put together.
How hard can it be to just let go and drift away with the wind?




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So passionate. I love how you string words together so they flow so well. Romantic with a touch of mystery.

Love it.

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