Acoustic Guitar

You are a beautiful, empty tune You are a glorified share of ruins You are loud cos you are dead inside A void that can never be filled but echoes tunes so beautiful it can never be imagined that there was a higher purpose for which you were built. You are brown eyed Flawlessly smooth skin Your shape cannot be ignored, oh I tried But you're just so sexy and lean But, that is all Your perfect cords always standing tall Your imperfections covered by your flawless call You're an acoustic guitar Acoustic Dead dried wood, just hollow inside.