Our Best Try
We don't have
To go on
It has gone on
Far too long
I can see the hatred
Building in your eyes
Our friendship has
Come to an end
The love
Was already dead
At least we gave it
Our best try
©February 9, 2013
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Bridge
PoetryWhat happens when all the talking has stopped? When the love is there but hidden? When the bridge crumbles?
