A Message In A Bottle To Love

Thu, 05/25/2017 - 01:42 -- spoony

Dearest Lover,

You are not under my covers.


Where are you, my Love?

I was promised I would find my dove.


I stand by the sea alone,

All skin and bone.


I cast my heart off this cliff

And some stoner smoked it in his spliff.


Oh baby,

You’re making me crazy.


I am learning not to be a wreck

While I sit on this hollow deck.


, but sailors love the sea

Like flowers and the honey bee


I am no one’s other

Oh why do I bother?


Let me rest on this beach

If anything, at least I’ve got a peach.


Don’t forget me, Love

I’d like to find my dove. 

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