And I FellA Poem by SophieBurnt bridges are hard to cross that's why it's called love and loss, you can't go back, you can't turn around, because it's not loved, lost, and then found.
You can't walk on ashes, you can't run on air, you can only have a competition on who falls the fastest and the only thing you can count on is that love isn't fair.
You burnt my bridge, that I so painstakingly built, blew your cigarette smoke in my face, and threw the lit match without any guilt.
The fire caught quickly, and the smoke of your lips became my drug, and the burn of the flames felt like love, and then the wood was gone, my skin was burned And I fell © 2012 SophieAuthor's Note
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Added on November 10, 2012Last Updated on November 10, 2012 AuthorSophie-, MAAboutI'm 16 in my sophomore year of high school, I started on this site when i was 14, took about a year break and now i might be back, im just fixing my description because i was annoying as f**k last yea.. more..Writing
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