A broken guitar and sweet lullaby
Sitting by the fireplace
Sipping on a glass of smooth honey whiskey
Thinking back of times gone by
Too much said and done
Faced down in a ditch
Blood, sweat and tears
It’s the one that got away.
Smelling like yesterday’s fairytale
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Singing old lullaby’s
Of all forgotten lies
Oh yeah
It’s something all right
Show me a bit of a love
And I’ll show you the world
But my love has gone and left me
Down by the riverside
Tequila for my blues
Lemon for my sweet heart
Oh my precious soul
Yeah, it’s something all right
If I was to write you a song
Will it ever be enough?
Maybe if I told you I worry
Would you understand?
One more cigarette for old time’s sake
Blowing out yesterday’s smoke
With tomorrow’s dreams
Oh yeah
It’s something all right
There’s more to life than what we see
But you knew that
Deep inside
But you let the fire die
Sitting by the fireplace
Nothing but warm ashes
Sad smiles
And whiskey lullaby’s
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Gotta go with wolf here!.......anything with guitar in the title I'm gonna read..........and like wolf said........added this to me favorites!!..........way cool ambiance created..........a true pleasure to read!!.........Love and Rockets!!............T xo
Seasons have passed, come and gone and the Taylor still sits in his arms. A
stunning piece with new strings strung waiting to be strum and make her buck hum.
Slip of the finger. Here it is on full.. For you..
Steel strings all new, in tune and all set. Strung on a Taylor such a stunning piece of art, ready to be strummed and make that wooden buck hum.
It will vibrate a melody meant to be a duet all perfect from fret to fret. It is now nothing more but a solo, each note played close masking it's lonely tempo.
When it's heard played it sounds perfect and all fine. The Taylor sure does mask the lack of another for what should be a duet is nothing more but a solo 5 string quartet.
He miss read the notes and confused all the bars. Trying to impress his partner, his cheerleader but to blind to the fact that he never played the lead when he should have.
Rather then creating notes of Faith Hope and Love he created anger and hurt. Nothing he could undo or take back without regret. It's to late for the notes he had put down had sealed his fate and she played her fight song.
Music is played with the heart to touch the soul. Now empty cavern of fine splinters of where the rhythm of her beating heart used to play lays empty and churns out the solo that was to be a duet.
Seasons have passed, come and gone and the Taylor still sits in his arms. A
stunning piece with new strings strung waiting to be strum and make her buck hum.
An inspiring poem Erika because it really does pull heart strings with evocative imagery andÂ
emotion. Well scribed. Best wishes Jai:)