How many times has it been
that we've been faced with this situation:
You on one side, and I, on another.
You're so far away,
and yet, I connect.
So here it is before me,
this burning bridge,
white hot coals making their marks on my eyelids
firey yet in the stygian world around.
Without a step I feel the burns;
this pain I'm willing to take for you.
But then my eyes open in realization,
rememberance of all the times I'm with you,
and although your arms are not here to hold me,
I feel... You.
This emotion surrounds me,
becomes my being,
until I no longer must walk to you
stepping on a burning bridge.
My heart allows me to do what no other can...
I think I'll fly.

This is STUNNING! I want to tattoo those lines on my forehead. 






... hehe i love this my friend, great great write, and keep it up. &>



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