Burning Bridges in the Rain

A cycle of poems «The Last Letter I Burned Was My Own»

Flames rise high, but skies pour pain,
Ashes fall with endless rain.

We built our world on fragile ground,
Now silence is the only sound.

Burning bridges in the rain,
Watching all we had turn to pain.
Falling fast, the love we feigned,
Lost forever in the flame.

Words like fire, sharp and cold,
Stories of what’s left untold.
Every step just fuels the blaze,
Drowning in this watery haze.

We built our world on fragile ground,
Now silence is the only sound.

Burning bridges in the rain,
Watching all we had turn to pain.
Falling fast, the love we feigned,
Lost forever in the flame.

Raindrops wash the scars we made,
But memories will not fade.
Through the smoke and stormy skies,
I trace the tears within your eyes.

Caught between the cold and fire,
Torn apart by lost desire.
Bridges burning, hearts remain,
Echoes call through endless rain.

Flames rise high, but skies pour pain,
Burning bridges in the rain.