written on 12/31/20
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who is it that i'm waiting for?
if i'm honest, i don't really know
i sit here on this bridge often
though i never know who will come sit with me
countless times i see others walk across
always with another, never crossing alone
it gives me reason to believe i will cross soon
if only i had another
so many walk by and only offer me a glance
i wait for the moment someone will stop
and help me stand up
brush off the vines that had started to grow
and lead me to the other side
a place i've never been
i've seen and heard of so many wonders when you arrive, always side by side
it's somewhere i fear i'll never see
the vines and moss start to overgrow the bridge
everyone else has already crossed
yet i'm still here, waiting
i understand that i could go
find the last bit of motivation i have to stand
and climb up onto the ledge
i'll wait a little longer
until i can't possibly hold on anymore
and step off the bridge
i hope the vines that coat me will hold
until the one i waited for can find me
though they surely will never come
and i'll never cross the bridge
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there was a lot of visualization when i was writing this. it's almost the new year meaning repeating every day over and over again 😃 yay can't wait to suffer! :)) haha anyways have a goodnight dears love you.
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folie
Poetryjournal-like entries taken from my journal filled with poems and tales that might not make much sense to you. read if you don't mind it, though.