I shouldn’t have crossed that bridge to your house<\/p>\n
I knew you wouldn’t leave her for me<\/p>\n
Even though it’s my nectar stained on your sheets<\/p>\n
I shouldn’t have crossed that line but all I heard was fire<\/p>\n
Pop! Pop!<\/p>\n
My life on the line no more and yours no longer in the balance<\/p>\n
I knew I shouldn’t have crossed that bridge and jumped over the broom<\/p>\n
As I lay her bleeding<\/p>\n
My child not breathing<\/p>\n
Our blood stained on your fists<\/p>\n
I crossed that bridge with my children<\/p>\n
My fingers stained with berry juice that we picked<\/p>\n
My hands I can wash easily of these actions<\/p>\n
But the actions above these lines<\/p>\n
Not so much<\/p>\n
Because not all stains on a bridge can be washed away<\/p>\n
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Copyright \u00a9 2019 by Angelica Stevenson<\/p>\n
All Rights Reserved<\/p>\n
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