bridge

the first of their kind were but a mirror

though honest in heart, not born from one

the second this time, what your ears desire

cloaked and veiled, were nothing but lies

third time's the charm, so they say

beautiful words, soon disappear

continuous cycle, but never quite

reaching the end of this tumultuous line

wonder why they even bother

sweet like pie but hollow inside

be them truth, or be them false

none of it matters if it's all gone

alone i remain, and so i wait

a bridge that connects, doesn't crumble away

perhaps at night by those city lights

a hand will reach out for mine to grab

and when i finally do turn around

eyes i've always known, staring at me

a dream, may be, though certain i am

till the end i shan't let it escape

like empty pretty words have always done