The Bridge

November 30, 2011
By Isabella.R BRONZE, San Marcos, California
Isabella.R BRONZE, San Marcos, California
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I know it's there,
waiting for me to cross.
I ask myself,
"Am I ready?"

but where,
where am I really going?
Somewhere close, somewhere far.
or just to the other side.

Its not that it's enchanted.
Its not that it's mysterious.
It's just a bridge.
A bridge I've been meaning to cross.

The feeling of not crossing it,
makes me hurt inside.
Knowing that when I get to the other side I will say,

I love you.

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