How could you burn the bridge the shared?
We would go fishing on that bridge
Watching the stars on that bridge
Late night talks on that bridge
That was our bridge
A bridge that lead to my soul
But,
For you it lead nowhere on your end
You brought other people on that bridge and just pushed me off of it
I just sat on the side and watched
I built that bridge by hand
Blisters and scars still on my hand
You then got up and left
Burning all of it
Watching me fall and sink in the ice cold water
While drowning, I still think of you
I know I shouldn't but I do.
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Maddy grace poetry
PoetryI'm only 17 and have always wanted to write poetry and prose. I will be posting daily collections of my poems.
