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[aid] => mick
[title] => Bridge Over Water
[time] => 2005-03-28 15:04:48
[hometext] => To wait for something means it should eventually come. I waited for the Angel I've had my eyes on for more than a year. And I owe it to that bridge, that he's here today.
[bodytext] => No matter how bad I wanted to be with you, or next to you, It always felt like there was something in my way. A boulder. Or a wall. But the most common obstacle, Was a river. A river with mighty currents, That was too strong to cross. So I never tried, Even though you were on the other side. I doubted myself. All the other girls that were interested in you, Seemed to make it across just fine. Without any problems. But I was too pathetic. Too Ugly. Too Scared. Whenever I saw those girls on the other side, I’d whisper, “Jacob, as soon as you open your eyes, And try to like, or even love, What you see, Then you can cross that river, and come to me.” And eventually you did. Every now and then, I wonder. How did you do it? How did you build me a bridge, Over water that strong? And then break it once you crossed over so the other pretty girls couldn’t follow? I want you to know, That sometimes I visit that river. Only now, When I stand next to it, I laugh at it. And say, “Our love is stronger than your currents.” Then I note the bridge’s absence, And walk away from the fear to cross, that once was. I love you, Jacob. (For my everything, My Jacob, whom was destined to be at the end of my bridge). [comments] => 3 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 48 [informant] => JacobsKK [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 58 [ratings] => 12 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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