A sigh, a sigh.

Breath of relief or cry for relief.

It’s a complicated message in a bottle.

Through me, my mind utters

the sigh, the sigh again.

Won’t it give me away—of my thoughts and worries?

I cannot hold anymore in.

Let my system come out in the open.

Whether it be troubled love, or personal quests.

O sigh—

You melancholy word. I will not forsake you.

I am not the one to detest you.

How dost one put a price on its usefulness?

It surely cannot be worthless.

It tells so much...makes me feel so much.

The sadness put into it goes lonely...

How do words carry through my feelings?

I’m here drowning in anguish and thee,

thee reveals naught.

There’s no median to convey my helplessness like

metal conducting heat.

No one can hear my pleas

that sound like mindless laughter.

My sigh may not be expensive

but it’s not worthless.

It cannot compare to your jewelries and glamour,

It certainly cannot capture any hearts,

but my sigh is sad, it’s beautiful.

It’s emotional.

It keeps it in line...All the feelings I cannot put down through pen and papers.

A sigh tells of my frustration,

Agitation.

There is not much price on its head.

It’s not of a particular demand...