Bruning Bridge

It's my own fault. So much waiting. So much wasting for the life under the bridge. I realise it was just a dream, yes, a dream under the bridge.

A dream that never cane true. Who doesn't long for someone to love. Someone to hold, someone to love without being told. Here I am, begging and pledging. Love me, enough. Love me for me but you yourself to the tomorrow.

Like a breath in the dark. Like whisper in the wind. Here I am, with this mark, with this sin.

I don't believe you. I don't believe me, the promise of tomorrow. The hope that I'd be okay. The hope of me.

Take a breathe and release the solitude of yesterday. El adios de ayer. The everything of what was. What we were. What we had. What we thought. What we sought.

Another bridge to cross to just light and stand on. Amuse me to burn along with the ambers of this longing, this hope.

This bridge I lived under alone.

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I know it's been so long. We've been here before. Before the end came. So here I am. You make me write. You make me write these words. You should be here saying it'll be okay.

There's so much we should be beyond by now. What was the promise. So much potential, so much whatever we said. So much hope. We knew hope more than they did. More than we did.

Hope.

Yet, I travel alone. Travel so far beyond than where we were. So much noise, so much life between the beginning.

So, we said we will. We said "Yes".

I felt it. I felt the answer.

Terrance.

Thanks. It hurt. But. I know now.

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