When The Strings Strum..

Relinquished, betrayed, he hid with his tears trickling down,

Smiling through the worst situations without any sign of a frown,

Enveloped with sentiments, he played the softest tune of his shattered heart,

As the strings met each other divinely, he thought of the fake love which broke him apart.

His eyes bleeding with grief, longing for affection,

His magical fingers diffused love through his music with absolute perfection.

Muffed his cries as he had indeed been very strong,

Since he ran away from himself for too long. 

Gradually melted in the melody of his guitar,

Erased his deep wounds and scars,

His fair face dried with mourn but his heart still very pure,

For he knew, he will meet his soulmate very soon for sure.