poemranker ::Broken Bridges by DreamMachine

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Free verse № 17899

Broken Bridges

Member since 2002 · Posted 28 Sep 2002 · 0 comments

Inside myself I feel nothing but anger with hurt, Because our relationship has been charred to a crisp, And the bridge between us is condemned to be burnt, But with the slightest whisp of wind, That could break it, No matter how hard we try, I don't think we'll make it, Because this rusty old thing is reduced to dust, And as we jump up and down on it, We're only breaking our trust

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