Amber Smith
unanswered
So thatâs where we finally meet
Though you donât belong to this city
Your eyes are reflecting fear
âOh God, please donât make me bitterâ
Your smile was not sincere
And you tried so hard to stay witty
The last thing you said to me
âNow you win, but iâm not sure whoâs the victorâ
Wait - iâm not asking you now to explain yourself
But you have to understand, i wonât descend
Any lower, anymore
For now, itâs like a myth you cling to, always uncomfirmed
Like the catholic God you pray to, unanswered
For how long
Should one hope?