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When All Else Fails, Let Let Someone Love You.

Poetry By: Emily Johnson
Poetry


A little of what someone I know has said and taught.
His name, however, will remain anonymous, for he knows exactly whom he is.


Submitted:Oct 10, 2011    Reads: 18    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


Hi Emily, I left a message for you under my essay for "***** ******* *****". I hope you have a most excellent day. There are many songbirds around, reminding me that life is good, and making me think how nice it is to have a friend like you.

He is not a lover, though if he had been I'd love him. And though I cannot love him the way I wish, we love each other still.

Emily, Emily, Emily! Where are you? I miss you. Please come back!

He cries out to me, whilst I may have disappeared, and his emotions deeply lowering. And all meanwhile; I am dying.

Hi Emily. I just thought I'd let you know that I hope you stop by my page and say hi sometime. I thought I'd let you know that I only took your link off my fan list because it's been sad not hearing from you.

I read his horrorible saddness and sigh, for loss of connection kills one another. The way he loves me is not an understandable thing; it is, but not, true love.

I return.

Emily!!! After Two months, I wet from being very concerned to just feeling very sad. Why didn't you let me know everything was okay with you? You should have let me know, for I had feared the worst, I was too upset to bear it. Please. Don't ever do that again. By the way. I am truly and deeply happy to see that you have returned.

He...missed me that much...? From the painful depression I had he was there, missing me?

Emily, stop by and say hello to me. I miss you!!!

What is this feeling...? Someone misses me. I cannot comprehend this. Why? Why does this being have emotion for me?

Hey, Emily. I just reread the several comments you made on one of my stories. You have a great way with words. I hope you keep writing.

Why is it this way. Who can ever feel about me like this? Rereading something I said on his profile? Wishing I was there, or here, existing?

"Two roads, diverged in a wood,
and I, I turned around and decided,
to go back home and pull the trigger."

~Emmy





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