Cold Cold wind blowing through my life again
You dry the tears that you bring.
It seems I'm lost on a bridge I've often crossed
down a road where I've often been.
What does it mean?
Burning bridges all around. I could burn these bridges to the ground
A change of heart has changed my mind.
Tomorrows morning could bring the day with all my troubles washed away
Could it really end this way this time?
Why is love so blind?
Dark dark night am I wrong or am I right
you and I could both be late
Letting go. My sorrow is like the river below.
And no one here can relate
or knows the depth
Burning bridges all around. I can burn these bridges to the ground.
Could it really end this way this time?
Who's the one who should take the blame when love is lost in a lovers game
A change of heart has changed my mind.
Why was love so blind?
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This is a good poem. This reminds of road I've been down in the past and one that I might soon be going down again. Drowning may be easier. Thanks for sharing your work.
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