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I like to walk the bridge at sunset. I like the feeling of the Light autumn breeze on my face As my calves burn, Pacing myself for the Two-mile-long journey. I like the colors the skyline makes, The soft periwinkle that fades To turquoise, that Transitions to a pastel yellow And drips down into a warm Scarlett. I like the art The city buildings paint against The sunset. I like the peacefulness, Steadiness, Tranquility in the river, Its current rippling Gently in rhythm With the steady beating of My half-broken heart. I like the way my heart has begun To mend itself, Once shattered to a million Itty bitty Pieces, It strings itself back together With every walk, Every step Across the bridge, Across state lines. Sometimes I'm surrounded By crowds, Other times It's rather calm; But the faces, regardless of bounty, Are lost on me As I lose myself Deep in thought, In reflection, In an attempt to Forget you And remember me As only myself, Before you and After. Day by day, Step by step, Sunset after sunset, Ripple after ripple, Autumn breeze by autumn breeze, My senses are heightened, One by one, My pain is relinquished, Little by little, And my broken heart is mended, Bit by bit.
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
The Walking Bridge
I like to walk the bridge at sunset. I like the feeling of the Light autumn breeze on my face As my calves burn, Pacing myself for the Two-mile-long journey. I like the colors the skyline makes, The soft periwinkle that fades To turquoise, that Transitions to a pastel yellow And drips down into a warm Scarlett. I like the art The city buildings paint against The sunset. I like the peacefulness, Steadiness, Tranquility in the river, Its current rippling Gently in rhythm With the steady beating of My half-broken heart. I like the way my heart has begun To mend itself, Once shattered to a million Itty bitty Pieces, It strings itself back together With every walk, Every step Across the bridge, Across state lines. Sometimes I'm surrounded By crowds, Other times It's rather calm; But the faces, regardless of bounty, Are lost on me As I lose myself Deep in thought, In reflection, In an attempt to Forget you And remember me As only myself, Before you and After. Day by day, Step by step, Sunset after sunset, Ripple after ripple, Autumn breeze by autumn breeze, My senses are heightened, One by one, My pain is relinquished, Little by little, And my broken heart is mended, Bit by bit.
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
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