My Old Best Friend
23 June, 2000
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)


I have pulled gently on your stings
I made you sing melodies to my heart
I knew we were meant to be together
I knew it from before the start

Though sometimes I played you like a fool
You were never the cry baby
You just sat there without emotion
Did I really respect you ? Well... maybe

But each night when I picked you up
And we played our favorite tunes
Something seemed to change inside
Perhaps it was just the moon

I watch you there alone in the corner
Just sitting and staring back at me
I wonder where I went wrong
Maybe we just played in two different keys

I watch you as you gently weep
Closing my eyes, absorbing the sound
I remember the dreams I once held
What in my cradled arms was found

And though I know I will never truly leave you
But sometimes I just don't have the time
I will never ever regret the day
When I knew that you were mine

------- Author's Notes -------

My old best friend that I speak of is really "My Old Guitar" :)


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Kristen () -- Sunday, July 2 2000, 05:00 am

hhhmmmmmmmm, yes

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