Have you ever thought about the bridge between life and death?
About how one second we breathe,
and the next,
we're flying away from this world,
from ourselves.
escaping without telling anybody.
without actually warning anybody,
that we're going to a better place.
A bridge is what love is,
you walk on it,
and on the other side,
your destination awaits.
For me, my bridge is you.
all you.
the journey is you,
the path is you,
and I might feel lost and insecure walking on it,
but I know that in the end,
I will be in your arms,
and you'll hold on to me tight.
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Forsaking My End
PoetryWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
