The Bridge of life 

@ bittersweet diary

The bridge is crossed, The bond are broken , lines are drawn , do not be mistaken.

As what you left , on the other side of the bridge

Will come to haunt you

In your darkest nights and cold winter mornings.

Once this match is lit and the bridge is burnt

The ashes you will breathe ,

Of memories happy and sad, of people love and dead ,

Of Love lost and unspoken of .

Once this bridge turn to Ash ,

You ought to know , there’s absolutely

No way back .




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