my words
might wash up
against your shore
in torn up shreds
each scribbled letter faded
obscured by time
obscured by rippling waves
that thrash and tear
each piece left vague
dowsed in mystery
and a lingering
a longing
to be read
soon
maybe
next time
i'll be mature enough
to put them in a bottle.
Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 2:00 PM UTC
my words
might wash up
against your shore
in torn up shreds
each scribbled letter faded
obscured by time
obscured by rippling waves
that thrash and tear
each piece left vague
dowsed in mystery
and a lingering
a longing
to be read
soon
maybe
next time
i'll be mature enough
to put them in a bottle.
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