There once was a bridge that stood up tall,
It was built in the late fall,
They said it could survive forever,
I was told they built it strong however,
It wasn't being maintained,
The long bridge was strained,
I tried to stop the rust,
Until you came and burned it to dust,
This bridge isn't just any bridge you see,
This bridge was what connected you and me.
Authors note:
Thank you all so much for 64 reads!! It's amazing! I hope you all are doing well this year, and I wish you all a happy new year (I'm so late I'm very sorry)
-Canadian Graphite
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The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
