My Guitar
By Georgie T
Published 29 September 2012
The colour of the countryside
A burnt brown hue
It looks so vintage, yet so modern
Like an antique store filled with treasures
The body is as smooth as glass
But the strings
are
bumpy like a
zipper
It’s hollow, but feels complete
It’s the star in the darkest night time
It sings the note needed, you melt hearing its melody
Only a guitar, a special guitar, can make you feel so happy
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