Waiting on the bridge,
If I don’t trip,
And I can’t get a grip,
Then I might slip,
The night starts to creep
Everything seems to flip
In the water I go dip
And My secrets that I keep,
Begin to rip.
By Yasmin.Sh 🌻
Dec 6, 2025
Dec 6, 2025 at 2:46 PM UTC
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