The Dear Hunter Follow

Messages from broken bottles fall
Black sandy beaches
Ink conveying across the page now run from morning dew
Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes that strain to read
Hearts that pound from love long over do
Lips which press together, stifle, rhythmic, heavy breaths
Oh how she smiles from vicarious love from the one he writes about
She must have been so glad for him to throw it out

Further steps lead to yet another broken bottle
Again the words contain have bled the page
Whose tears were these which remit ink
From who they bore to make this streak

Where they his by chance from telling her?
Or hers by chance from reading it?
They could have been collective
They could have been from someone else
Why don’t we see what's at the bottom
Why don’t we see what comes next

Oh how she cries from vicarious pain from the one he writes about
Oh she must have been so sad for him to throw her out
Lets just say, she, she is better
Better off somehow
Lets just say, she, she has never been happier then she is now
We couldn’t fake it so why even try?
Lets just say, she, she is better, better off somehow
Lets just say, she, she has never been happier then she is now
Lets just say, she, she is better, better off somehow
Lets just say, she, she has never been happier
Happier then she is now