where
the sidewalk stopped and i was forced to cross the street.
life
told me to do it without holding anybody elses hand.
i guess that's what being alone is.
you
were as gentle as a blooming flower.
you
liked to hold on to hurt, i let you go.
you forgot to tell me about the girl you fell
in love with,
because of course, it wasn't me.
i held on to you, like i was swinging on a
hammock.
you were comfortable, but at any moment,
i could have fell.
why did you lead me here?
when i noticed the sidewalk had stopped,
i noticed that love was no longer there.
i have to cross the street now.
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