We're burning bridges shore to shore
To break away from so much more.
The hot steam - it's the fire.
I'm my one and true desire.
Strong winds, strong tornado.
You'll give yourself up, this I know.
I don't know:
How I'll make it in the pouring rain.
We're burning bridges shore to shore
To break away from so much more.
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Poems of the Dearest Soul
PoesiaPoems of the Dearest Soul. Eccentric. Makes your heart melt. These Poems and short stories are all what you need during your off time. Romance. Suicide. Adventure. Realistic Fiction. Any genre known to man (or woman) Comment what other poem you wa...
