I write a letter
Stuff it in a bottle
Place it gently in a pail
Ease this pail down to the depths
Of the wishing well
Perched upon the meadow
Hoping that someday
Someone will find and read the letter
My sure hands composed
Now it's years later
I am no longer living
The wishing well has been filled in
With dirt and rocks
Burying that message I wrote
When I was young and uncertain
I wish that someone would find it
So then everyone would know
That I didn't do any wrong
How I weep at night thinking about my mistakes
I want to tell everyone that I wouldn't hurt a fly
Who knows who would understand the real message
That I broke a mans heart
And never went back to retrieve the pieces
I let them wether
Frail
Grow old
Without me



PINK-ROSE <3