We used to meet, under the bridge. We would sit on the river bank and talk for hours. We fell in love under that bridge, and to us, it was our special place.
Most days you could find us under the bridge. Sometimes we were talking; other times, we were just sitting there, enjoying each other's presence. We were in our own world, a world we built, a world that was all our own. But that is not the case anymore. The world we built came crumbling down, bringing us back to reality.
Now our love is buried where the sun will never shine, forgotten on the banks of the river that was once ours. We no longer go under the bridge, and the only thing down there now is water.
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Cloudy With a Chance of Sun
SonstigesSongs that inspired me to write a story. Songs that were made into a story.
