Is There Too Much Water Under The Bridge

The years have flown, have you noticed,

It’s been many, many years since we last saw each other,

Is there too much water under the bridge,

Or do we let sleeping dogs lay, rather?

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I often sit and ponder,

Could life have turned out any other way,

Our choices definitely define us,

But will we ever find the courage to have our say?

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Do you live with your regret,

Or even realise what it is that we missed,

Was this just our lesson to learn,

Or is this life’s sad little twist?

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Do you lay awake at night always wondering,

As I often do,

Unfortunately I do think there’s too much water,

In fact I believe the bridge has been burnt, don’t you?

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We both realise we don’t have forever and a day,

In fact I get the feeling it won’t be long and it’ll all be too late,

And yes, I’ll definitely feel the regret this way,

But I’ve also come to terms with our fate.

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I silently whisper ‘I love you’ into the night,

Praying the breeze will whisk those words to you,

When you wake suddenly with no explanation,

My message has disrupted your dreams to breakthrough.

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I do hope you don’t doubt how I truly feel,

Just because of the silence between us,

It was never about our love for each other,

But me knowing it’s too late to cause a fuss.

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One day I’ll give you my final tears,

When you’re looking over me from high above,

I’ll explain my silence, my distance, my fears,

And I’ll send my love to you on the wings of a white dove.

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