"Think how you love me," she whispered. "I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember."
"You'll always be like this to me."
"Oh no; but promise me you'll remember." Her tears were falling. "I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight."
"You'll always be like this to me."
"Oh no; but promise me you'll remember." Her tears were falling. "I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
I am climbing into a translucent container of sea-colored glass
I am tying a yellow ribbon 'round the neck and corking the bottle
I am tipping and rolling slowly into the foaming water
Drifting as a message to whoever finds me
A testament to indistinct aches
Accompanied by a note which reads:
Bottle it all up,
Shrink to the size of a bouillon cube
Burst
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