September comes quietly
for those wishing on the moon
The fire flies dance tonight
as I play these strings for you
And the crickets become my orchestra
yeah, they're singin to the same tune
My guitar is crying out tonight
these strings are turning blue
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A contest entry
- Songs/Lyrics Options by albinoblacksheep720.
700 points, ended January 24, 40 entries
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Awesome visuals here, a serene picture. You dont have to be sad to play the blues... No one handles percussion like crickets.
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..... LOL it looks like congress when Prez. bush speaks HAHAHAHAHAHA
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WOAH! theres a shrugie face? AWSOME im gunna have so much fun with this
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wow... had to read it twice. its one of those poems that you kinda breeze through and you get to the end and your like .. what? so you read it again. AND THEN your like damn.. sorta struck by the powerfulness of such a small amount of words conveying such a huge amount of imagery. ... sucks man i never see fireflies anymore
but whatever were gunna blow are selves up soon anyways
great poem and keep writing!
p.s. don't be no stranger you know my A.I.M.
Peace -
okay have fun.
Take your time.
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A sad song you sing.
I love the image of your guitar crying. It reminds me of George Harrison's "While My Guitar Gently Weeps."
I want to see this when you're finished with it. I like it already, so I can't wait to see what else you might do with it.
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Awww sweet, this one is also very different.
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Awwwww, this is so pretty. I love the way iot flows. (
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