My shitty poetry diary

Built a bridge

We built a bridge with faulty bricks,
I can't get over you, I can't get over it.
The water underneath, drowns me out and shields you in.
I stepped onto the golden pathway three months ago,
And now it's all just rust,
Awaiting its inevitable crumble to dust.
And just like us,
It will fade away and be left behind, but always in the back of our minds.