A simple bubbly feeling that you must confess.

Mumbled words, causing slips and stutters,

no progress.

Contained feelings, pushed aside, causes it to become stronger,

Allowing those thoughts to grow, my mind and heart it would conquer.

After opening up the bottled emotions,

bubbles of lost carbonation will cause a creation of mess.

The tradition of a shaken bottle just doesn’t seem to rest.

But imagine how good and much more that is left,

a calm and peaceful liquid able to digest.

Live your life with opened bottles.  

It’s a waste to leave them closed.