#1
As the sun would set
And as the stars would fall
As a pyre would blister
Create a painting of the squall

With all this abstraction of burning bridges
I’d hate to behold the reflection
It would place upon the water under the bridge
But I’d love to paint the picture

A painting so brilliant
Of bruises so poetically lacerated
That the blacks and blues are black and blue

A painting of flames upon waves that aren’t meant to crash
Waves saturated with crimson anguish and burnt eyelash

And charcoaled snowflakes complacent
Six feet beneath the surface of the water
And the stars that once accented the sky now accent the flames upon waves
Burning bright
Bleached but all right

Spill the sand
Sustain it
Befriend it
Further is farther
And farther is further than I can spit
From the bridge

Misconceptions and dispositions will be baptized by waves of flames
They will descend to the ocean floor and underscore the ash
And they will sleep with the ring that chartered it all

With all this abstraction of burning bridges
I’d hate to behold the reflection
It would place upon the water under the bridge
But I’d love to paint the picture
Of the ocean under the bridge
#2
Quote by pandafriedrice
As the sun would set
And as the stars would fall
As a pyre would blister
Create a painting of the squall

With all this abstraction of burning bridges
I’d hate to behold the reflection
It would place upon the water under the bridge
But I’d love to paint the picture

A painting so brilliant
Of bruises so poetically lacerated
That the blacks and blues are black and blue

A painting of flames upon waves that aren’t meant to crash
Waves saturated with crimson anguish and burnt eyelash

And charcoaled snowflakes complacent
Six feet beneath the surface of the water
And the stars that once accented the sky now accent the flames upon waves
Burning bright
Bleached but all right

Spill the sand
Sustain it
Befriend it
Further is farther
And farther is further than I can spit
From the bridge

Misconceptions and dispositions will be baptized by waves of flames
They will descend to the ocean floor and underscore the ash
And they will sleep with the ring that chartered it all

With all this abstraction of burning bridges
I’d hate to behold the reflection
It would place upon the water under the bridge
But I’d love to paint the picture
Of the ocean under the bridge


One thing I don't like is the repetition of BRIDGE, bridge, bridge, all over!

But rest is very good! Check mine, please, in my sig Thanks