Always Wish You Well

Written by: Jessica Arteaga

Oh my goddess, she is modest; in the lessons she has served. 
She makes me wonder, but not uncover; for my thoughts I feel reserved. 
And each situation, I sense vibrations; their mood: be love be hate. 
But why the barrel; no void but sterile, I can't opinionate. 
And for the lacking; the voice is slacking, the words I cannot spell. 
So here I sit, without a quip, but always wish you well.