February 9th, 2015

A melancholy tune whispers in my ear

as if it were the song that would be playing 

in a movie scene about myself, 

I stay seated, silent and alone

in a crowded library, 

I look around, gazing at other souls

They don't mind me, 

because Im a ghost 

A simple sad face no one knows

A drop of red dye

In an ocean of blue 

Lost in my own little world...