Arson You burnt down our bridge and left me with nowhere to go... Now I stand in the embers with white ashes falling slow. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related March 3, 2021October 26, 2022 by Anonymously Hal Categories: My PoetryTags: Lonely, Memories, Missing you, Poetry, Thoughts, You 14 Comments
Short but really gets the point across. Very nicely done.
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Lovely poem. Sometimes the only answer is to burn those bridges though.
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Burn them straight down.ππ» Thank you Hobbo β€οΈ
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Beautiful
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Thank you Jay β€οΈ
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You’re always welcome my friend π€π€
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Very effective!
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