Not his

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by MTchan

by MTchan

A plastic bottle

Floats on the ocean

Swims with the waves

And holds a secret

Within its plastic walls

A hidden message

For the one

The one with the hazel eyes

That glow in the night

And Guide it

With his hypnotizing gaze

Through The violent storms

That wish to drown it

And soak the messge

With black water

Yet it reaches the shore

And Waits impaciently

To be opened

To be read...

However my dears

Days went by,

Months flew away

Seasons changed

Years turned to ash

Yet he never came

For the message

Was not his

To keep and to cherish