Wednesday, August 27, 2014

If even a moment, I had you.
This was ours, lying under this tree
No one could break the the bridge that we so skillfully crafted
Every nail had your words holding it down
And every board was set with purpose.
I wanted to know how long this bridge would stand
But that was not the point of this bridge
To help you find the state you want to be in
Not to question its durability.
The moment you look too close at the seams
The lightened steps you take to insure your safety
That's when the boards break.
Don't question the love that it took to build
Revel in the fact that we built this together
That for a moment, we were standing alone together
Uncaring to where this path lead.

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