Bridges

Bridges

A Poem by Jared Pendergrass
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When something means everything to you, and someone means just as much, where does it leave you when someone tosses away something you hold so dearly?

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It's in her eyes when she craved my touch

It's in the way she trusted me so much

It's in every goodbye kiss I felt a rush

It's in the bridge she built for what I thought was us


Is it just dust, tossed up into the wind?

Do you shed skin or did you forget to live

Did I invest so much for a few empty kisses

Did I build this up, or did you burn our bridge?


You made a fool out of me

I guess it came too easily

I wish these memories would fade

So I could go on to better days


Building bridges just to stand at the threshold

I don't want ashes exchange for my gold

Palm leaves wither dried to the bone.

What looks like diamond is truthfully coal


What little hope I hold on loose handedly

Tender flames I hold too closely

Remember your scars not my chivalry

My foundation shaken as you toss and turn me


You came so close just to walk away.

I guess I'm lucky I barely recall your face


I won't race the sunset because I know I'll lose.

I'll just find something else to help get me through.

I don't need the rouse between me and you-


Please if you look back be better than all the others in the doorway

So I can miss my cage even if I may have made it all up in my mind

I want to remember you as beautiful

Not fragile thin and fading

Because now like it or not you're in my thoughts with every passing hour

No I'm not upset its just that I thought that we had something

So now I can't forget since we met but I can move along

I hope I meant something like you did to me but that's just wishful thinking

So now we can be friends but its the end of a certain paper bridge

© 2014 Jared Pendergrass


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This touched my heart, loved the writing and accurate description of feelings. Great work

Posted 10 Years Ago


one straight from the heart, is it from life or did you make up the story within, either way it comes out perfect, don't ever try to race that sunset, its a good time to create and write beauty, very well done my friend.

Posted 10 Years Ago


...I never want you this sad in Iona Abbey, man... This is the depressing side of you I have never seen. But it is very very nice.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Jared Pendergrass
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I'm an avid singer/songwriter, but I also thoroughly enjoy reading and writing stories, ranging anywhere from short to novels. more..

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