Bottled Memories
As I sit on the beach
With a empty glass coke bottle
The wind is blowing and so is my thoughts
The sand is cool, The waves whisper your name
The dark skies are empty of stars, But full of night.
I begin to cry, Watery tears
But I dare not to waste them
Each one that falls from my cheeks
The empty glass coke bottle
catches each drop.
For each drop is a memory
of our love.
Rest in heaven my dear.
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