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Burning Bridges

by Jersey D Gibson

So now that the bridges are burned,
a lesson learned.
Promises broken,
taking the pictures that are tokens.

The changes in you,
are the changes in me.
Maybe it was never
meant to be.

It wasn't you,
it wasn't me.
We were far too close
to be.

It wasn't you,
it wasn't me.
We were far too blind
to see.


So now that the gates are shut,
it could be anything but.
Lies are told,
but our feelings are left in the cold.

The hopes of you,
are the dreams of me.
Maybe it will never
seem to be.

It wasn't you,
it wasn't me.
No one was really at fault
you see?

It wasn't you,
it wasn't me.
Second chances are cliched
maybe?


So now that the way is lost,
what was the cost?
Bitter regret,
but the finale has been met.

The heart of you,
is the heart of me.
Maybe it can never
try to be.

It wasn't you,
it wasn't me.
Hearts broken, can not fix,
let's see.

It wasn't you,
it wasn't me.
Try as we might,
seperately.

11/27/2007

Author's Note: First three lines, Micheal Wincott c. 1999. (slightly bastarized since the guy's scandinavian [swedish?])

Posted on 11/27/2007
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/27/07 at 04:57 AM

If this isn't a song, it damn well should be.

Posted by Michelle Angelini on 12/01/07 at 05:45 AM

Wish you were here in SoCal to help me with my workshop tomorrow. This is excellent and I'm putting it on my favs list. These words touch my heart, soul, and mind.
~Chelle~

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