HummDeeDumm~

Strummed

You held me like I was your favorite guitar back when you were thirteen. You run your fingers through my hair as if I was being strummed, 'twas the happiest I've ever been. Your simple gestures vibrates through my whole being. Together, we created a beautiful piece of acoustic melody. You were the strummer of this peculiar harmony.

But, your fingers got tired coz my chords didn't sound the way you wanted them to. Took you awhile to finally gave up strumming ---to finally gave up on me too. You let me go, and put me back to where you first picked me up. And that moment, I felt so alone---felt so foolish at the same time.

Many people came after you left but none of them was as great as yours. All they did was play for their satisfaction, strummed for their own happiness and reasons. Until, I grew tired and my beating organ was unable to produce sounds no more. I was out of tune when you picked me up and was out of tune when you left. It was like my heart was still longing for the strums that you once made.

I'm still waiting---with this lingering sounds of your strumming.
Asking for one more time... for your love and your whole being.