Black Sandy Beaches

Messages from broken bottles fall on black sandy beaches

Ink in vein across the page now run from morning dew

Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes which strain to read

Hearts which pound from love long overdue

Lips which press together, stifle, rhythmic, heavy breaths

Oh how she smiles from vicarious love from the one he writes about

She must have been so glad for him to throw it out

Further steps lead to yet another broken bottle

Again the words contain have bled the page

Whose tears were these which ran the ink?

From whom they bore to make this streak?

Where they his by chance from telling her?

Or hers by chance from reading it?

They could have been collective

They could have been from someone else

Why don't we see what's at the bottom?

Why don't we see what comes next?

Oh how she cries from vicarious pain from the one he writes about

She must have been so sad for him to throw her out

Let's just say, she, she is better

Better off somehow

Let's just say, she, she has never been happier than she is now

We couldn't fake it, so why even try?

Let's just say, she is better, better off somehow

Let's just say, she has never been happier then she is now

Let's just say, she is better, better off somehow

Let's just say, she has never been happier

Happier than she is now