Beula makes me happy when I'm sad
Makes me feel good when I'm feeling bad
Makes me want to count the lies my eyes have seen
But I can't even start
The writings on her body make me frown
Though I will always write them down
Even though they make no sense at all to most
They do to me.
-For my first and long gone guitar, Beula - Electric Squire Stratocaster by Fender
