I wrote yu a letter.
The bruises, the scraps that came from my fingertips.
Created this masterpiece.
All my wants and desires.
My hopes and my dreams.
Dripped in ink upon my white sheets.
This letter contained everything
That my tongue would not let me untie.
A vivid picture; more like a painting
Of how the inside of my heart looks.
Da Vinci himself could not paint a more elaborate picture.
Einstein could not come up with a superior concept than I
To explain to thee in words.
I carefully placed my letter in a bottle
And let the edges of my feet touch the tip of the shore.
Debating whether I should risk the journey
And let my bleeding fingertips be set out in this ocean.
As my emotions weaved through the waves
I can only hope my heart reaches its destination.
See… I wrote yu this letter
And it was sent out to sea
Somethings locked, and I hope yu have the key.