by Andrea Tadpole On the river bridge Wishing you were here Holding my hand Kissing me Caressing me Talking about nothing Spending time together With no agenda Just to be I sit and wait But you don't call Seems I don't even Cross your mind Was it real Did we make love Share the ultimate gift Explode together with passion Or was it all a dream A silly fantasy The one I want The most Is the furthest From my reach What are you afraid of Why do you shut me out And run away When all I want Is for you to stay Everyone else is invited In your life Yet I am held at bay I know where I'm not wanted Seems I just Get in the way So there's nothing Left to say |
I don’t see myself as poet or author. I’m just a woman who finds solace in the process of writing. It’s a spiritual journey. When I write I feel like I am sitting with God. Some of the content might be offensive; it’s not directed at anyone. I put my raw feelings down and sometimes it’s not pretty. Life isn't always wrapped in a beautiful package. I have learned to deal with this by writing. I hope these words speak to your heart as they have mine! ~Andrea~
Aug 14, 2011
On the River Bridge
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