Message In A Bottle
I thought of you today, my thoughts were not pretty
I bet you would like to Know
I was going to tell you
I was going to meet you
Then I stopped and gasped
Why would I do that to me
Why would I suffer the misery
After all, you are History
Then I began to jot down my anguish
One by one, the words flowed
One by one, the tears fell
Down my tired face
I kept the feeling going
It all poured out
The lies, the deceit
The harsh residue of ever knowing you
I saw a bottle on the counter
I grabbed it with intent
I rolled up my page
I deftly slotted it into the bottle
I walked to the river
I watched as my bottle floated away
Should it find you, well and good
If not, it is gone
My words are gone
My sadness dismissed
In a message in a bottle.
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