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Sunday, August 29, 2010

August 29, 2010

Poem for the week


All the burning bridges are just
a memory of empty kisses and
a love not meant to be.
Night time falls around me and
I find myself alone,
Never ending sadness, a smile
without a home.
Bridges burned behind me with
no path up ahead.
All the time you talked, there was
nothing really said.
Yesterday’s misfortunes I should
have never seen.
I'll start sweeping up the ashes
in the morning.
All the burning bridges should be
standing still.
It was fine when you left, but you
didn't need to kill.

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