The Bridge

The bridge is falling down.
Bowing under the pressure of a million false promises and a thousand empty words.

Words are repetitive.
There are only so many ways to say
I love you. I want you in my life.
And for those heading doggedly towards man and wife
Or any such variation
There is the padlock.

Promises are passing moments,
Said only to raise smiles, halt tears,
And before you know it is the passing of too many years,
Wondering, how did I end up here?
There is the key.

Padlock our words...