I guess I feel a melancholic
atmosphere dragged by the wind
to swallow me at the moment
hearing nothing but you who
cannot be seduced in these
mysterious convictions
I guess i'm justifying my antagonistic views as I stared at my hands waiting to act upon your
hostile needs, being agitated by these adverse forces
surrounding me like hungry sparrows
I guess I just want to hear bitterness at this point of
quietness so soon.
By: Maya Guzman Santos
