Underneath all the chemicals is a good man.
He hides inside of a bottle screaming.
He writes you a letter after it's empty.
Sticks it inside of the glass bottle.
Hoping you get it. The letter say's
I'm sorry. It say's I love you....
The waves smash this bottle into rocks.
The glass breaks apart like our love.
The paper was wet before touching water.
Soggy from my tears, it enters the water.
Disintegrating into small pieces, like our love.
Into small memories I've held onto.
The memory of when I've held onto you all night.
That paper is gone,
our memories will live on.
Even when you're gone.
I will still hold on.
I will go on.
You'll always have a piece of my heart.
You had it from the start.
You'll have it in the end.
Even when you tossed it away early.
In the trash a world of love wastes away.
You'll never notice it inside of there.
What you had was rare.
Even diamonds are rough when first found.
I was never cut, only by past hurt.
After being polished my soul shines.
It's to late you're not mine.
Now there is a line.
All wanting what you gave up on.
So I'm moving on...
The End
Larry Patterson
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