Black sandy beaches

Messages from broken bottles fall on black sandy beaches
Ink in vein across the page now run from morning dew
Hands which chance upon it lead to eyes which strain to read
Hearts which pound from love long overdue
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 ran the ink?
From whom 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
She must have been so sad for him to throw her out
Let's just say, she, she is better
Better off somehow
Let's just say, she, she has never been happier than she is now
We couldn't fake it, so why even try?
Let's just say, she is better, better off somehow
Let's just say, she has never been happier then she is now
Let's just say, she is better, better off somehow
Let's just say, she has never been happier
Happier than she is now