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| only if we had a bridge in our lives to mend the lag ... |
There she stood on the other edge of her world waiting and hoping.
The times that were spent, the kisses that were kissed leaves her body tingling.
She's waiting for him; She's waiting to get connected to the other side.
She has his picture glued to her heart and nothing on her mind.
The sudden lag in the bridge is much too much to overpass.
The more she waits, the more she hopes, the more it tends to impasse.
Clutching her soul from within and leaving behind her ousted heart,
She slowly turns away from the wait even though it tears her apart.
She reminisces what happened and what could have happened;
The more she ponders, the more her soul gets dampened.
The bereaved soul can only go so far; Time is of the essence.
She can only hope her wait is worth the coalescence.
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