You have not broke me,
Granted you have hurt me,
You have not driven me away,
Granted I wanted to let things cool down,You have burnt the bridge,
But it is not cinders,
I have also burnt the bridge,
Due to a lack of attention,I knew you are in pain,
Yet I did nothing,
For I was afraid of hurting you,
Hurting you by doing something,I didn't know if my action,
Would light the lamp at the end of the tunnel,
Or collapse the tunnel on both ends,
So I did nothing,I waited,
Hoping you would give a sign,
So I knew how to help,
But the only thing that happened,Was the fire that burnt the bridge.
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When I think of her #wattys2015
PoetryThis is a combined story with lovelylullabys her side of this story is "when I think of him"