Sweet, Sweet Thing

As smooth as polished granite being polished more

The smell is an oaky forest with frosty air

The sound brings music to your ears
sends you to a new world
and when you’re sad, don’t worry
take a few strums of this

It has edges of black shading into a magical blue
like it fell into the sea
and almost turned all blue and mahogany
on the sides

This is my Guitar