A Million Bottles on the Shore

“Walked out this morning, don’t believe what I saw
Hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore”
Police said this, Sting cried once more
Now I join them and say “Don’t let go!”

I’m not the noisy loud sort
Nor the kind to shout it out from rooftops
I’d much rather quietly say
I miss you more with each passing day

I want to blame you once again
But I think its best I refrain
Something seems to be different this time
Almost like a sweet end to a bad rhyme

You see, this time is not like every other
There’s a gut feeling I cannot smother
I’m not too sure, I think you miss me too
Or else when you should be happy, why are you so blue?

You’re not known for visiting places you’ve left
Yet here you are, reason bereft
I’m not going to read anything into this
I’m just going to stay ignorant, in bliss

Let time pass and travel its course
That shall be my only recourse
I’ll send a million bottles to sea
Each one saying how much I miss thee

When the colors of the rainbow all fade away
And there are no feelings, no words left to say
You, and all the others, will know
Bout all the million bottles I lined on the shore…

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