I call this little poem-thing "Guitar"
I'm a guitar
I've experienced with many hands
Hands from all sorts of backgrounds
Hands from different parts of the world
Hands from a variety of different people
But all those hands know how to touch
Touch you may ask? Not just touching objects
But for touching people
A set of hands can touch many people
A set of hands can cure a feeling of emptiness, start some fun, be used for romantic releases, and for belonging
When people play me, they express their feelings
Through their hands, they tell a story
They can tell the most beautiful stories or the most deepest uprisings
Each set of hands share of a different story
Fingers flick through my strings
A palm slaps against my body
Knuckles grasp around my neck
The hands can express a lot to me
I'm a guitar
Many hands have played on me
Each day is a new day with a new set of hands
Think of it as life
Life gives you a new opportunity each day
Just take it because every experience you get is one hard to forget
I'm a guitar
I've experienced with many hands
Hands from all sorts of backgrounds
Hands from different parts of the world
Hands from a variety of different people
But all those hands know how to touch
Touch you may ask? Not just touching objects
But for touching people
A set of hands can touch many people
A set of hands can cure a feeling of emptiness, start some fun, be used for romantic releases, and for belonging
When people play me, they express their feelings
Through their hands, they tell a story
They can tell the most beautiful stories or the most deepest uprisings
Each set of hands share of a different story
Fingers flick through my strings
A palm slaps against my body
Knuckles grasp around my neck
The hands can express a lot to me
I'm a guitar
Many hands have played on me
Each day is a new day with a new set of hands
Think of it as life
Life gives you a new opportunity each day
Just take it because every experience you get is one hard to forget