This Bridge that we stand upon,
Collapsed,
Broken in half,
Was not burned,
But torn down to your volition.
You spoke cold words,
In the warmest of places,
Then let them linger.
When all I tried to do,
Was blow them into the wind.
Yet, there they stayed,
Colliding with the warm weather,
Of us.
Twisting.
Until a vortex was created between us.
A tornado so large,
That we both set down our lighters,
And watched it rip open this bridge,
Until the gap between us was irreparable.
This Bridge that we stand upon,
Collapsed,
Broken in half,
Was not burned,
But torn down to your volition.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
This Bridge that we stand upon,
Collapsed,
Broken in half,
Was not burned,
But torn down to your volition.
You spoke cold words,
In the warmest of places,
Then let them linger.
When all I tried to do,
Was blow them into the wind.
Yet, there they stayed,
Colliding with the warm weather,
Of us.
Twisting.
Until a vortex was created between us.
A tornado so large,
That we both set down our lighters,
And watched it rip open this bridge,
Until the gap between us was irreparable.
This Bridge that we stand upon,
Collapsed,
Broken in half,
Was not burned,
But torn down to your volition.
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