Sunday, July 31, 2005
we built a bridge
for me to get across to you
and for you to get to me.
it was weak and had poor workmanship
we bridged the gaps
and all that was tearing us apart...
it got better
and there was better days
but through terrible conditions.
it's condition worsened
and pretty much sooner.
we don't share the walks across the bridge.
neither do we have the moments
uncertainty of the strength of the bridge.
we don't cross, never.
the bridge:]
how could i ever be so sure of the bridge which might crumble
bridges, they crumble.
screamed at|1:12 am
