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A message in a bottle sent to my true love lost somewhere out there in the wide world
This, perhaps on the rather longer side of a letter I had written out
All those many words bottled up I simply had to let out with a shout
The lot of them not nearly as adequate, not enough anyway as loud
Of all those things I feel in me deep inside
Of all of it what want out of this, so called life
These, mere written words simply not enough to express
What or whom I need to be the best I can be, beating the rest
As life is a competition of sorts, at least, that is what I was taught
And so, being the person that I am
I did what I did, the only thing I really can…
… Shrinking myself to a miniature size figurine
Those kinds you can find at an port for a simple grin
A small versions of a person I would like to pretend
Attached in the message inside of a bottle to hit send
Letting it sail along the waves of the wide oceans
And hopefully, being delivered to the one out there all alone
Letting them know how much I love them now that they’re gone
A message in a small bottle from the little me, I wish the one to see