London Bridge

A person, who feels that the london bridge is special to her.

Long time ago
When I had no friends at all
A short story happened
While I was abroad.

I was in London

In a cold rainy day
Walking all alone

Waiting for someone to approach.

Rain rain rain
Seemed to stop no way
The minute I reached the bridge
I saw him on that day.

We kept looking at each other
As if we were from the same mother
He smiled and I smiled back
And in no time we became friends.

Some time passed
And we became close
The London Bridge was always
Our meeting point.

One day he knelt to the ground
And pulled out a ring that costed pounds
He asked me to marry him
And I kissed him on the chin.

Bye bye good times and hello bad times
I became lonely at nights
When he joined the army
To defend the country.

The war was the one that separated us
From the world we created
He got killed on the bridge
With nothing less complicated.

The bridge is all I’ve got now
It brought him to me and took him from me
Feeling the remorse and feeling down
Waiting for my last minute to die.

-Written by Kristina Galea

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[Sami Khalil]

"The London Bridge was always
Our meeting point.




One day he knelt to the ground
And pulled out a ring that costed pounds
He asked me to marry him
And I kissed him on the chin.




Bye bye good times and hello bad times
I became lonely at nights
When he joined the army
To defend the country.




The war was the one that separated us
From the world we created
He got killed on the bridge
With nothing less complicated.




The bridge is all I’ve got now
It brought him to me and took him from me
Feeling the remorse and feeling down
Waiting for my last minute to die."
A wonderful story-type poem full of sadness and remorse...Thank you for penning...:)