Her words crowd the streets with soft pirouettes
and faint, blushing roses brushed up the side
of lonely street lamps.
A reflection of everything I've abandoned.
I am selfish, but I loved her.
With reckless abandon, and a drowning heart,
all I could do was float around aimlessly,
like a message in a bottle, anonymous to hopeful
and eager.
And all she can blame me for is that,
I couldn't bear to stay away,
Blame the winds, sweetheart,
and destiny too.
But I will forever love the day that I met you.
Blame the winds, sweetheart,
and destiny too,
But I will forever be sorry for the day I left you.
My old whispers filling up the ocean,
and millions of bottles float aimlessly
to ex-lovers, and always-on-my-minds,
to tell them, "I loved you".
To tell them, "I cared".
She floats on the edge of my mind,
teetering, hesitating,
she smiles,
then she's gone.
