|02:16 pm - Sleeping under bridges, and sleeping in alley ways.|
My bridge has not fallen,
It has been renovated.
We etched our names into its cement sides,
Our memories forever preserved in concrete.
We will never be erased,
Ourselves are forever contained within that spray painted heart on the chilled walls of our bridge.
The bridge, hidden to the human eye,
Haven to the lover's eye.
Downfall to lovers,
I'll be your downfall.
Current Music: If You Don't Wanna Love Me by Cowboy Troy