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Emily Sad Eyes
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Emily Sad Eyes |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Emily Sad Eyes He was a senior she was a freshman all through the days she would only dream of being with him he didn’t know her from the crowd she adored him from afar his wild eyes betrayed something Emily held deep in her heart Emily’s own eyes sad eyes of green would stare deep into a mirror I don’t know what she though she’d see maybe a window into her fears or maybe something he’d hold dear he went to a rave one night flew too far, flew too high he was never seen again then they found his body in a ditch, behind the old drive-in Emily never shed a tear she only stared into the night safe in her sea of fears hidden from the daylight into the forests and creeks and his arms in her mind she disappeared for weeks and turned up cold and broken in the same ditch he died in she rode in a cop car heading for her home she stared out the window at the cold cemetery stones a gentle smile, for his gun she reached the blast was muted by the tires’ screech when I think back on her story I’d hold my baby tight I’d watch her sleep at night and I’d say a blessing for her I’d say a blessing for me and for Emily sad eyes, somewhere she’s laying beside her dream "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I'm sorry but it gets lost halfway. I can understand the secret love. The dependency that is built up without the other person knowing. The loss of yourself as the person you worshipped fails. The desire to prevent a child of yours from following on, on your mistakes, but it does lose it and the flow stops Dave |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...James |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
A very sad poem, reminds me of some old songs from long long ago... Hold that baby very tight. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Very sad but extremely well written. Good work. Hugs~ ~Autumn..the year's last, loveliest smile.~ |
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soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Actually, the "baby" that the narrator holds tight wasn't meant to be his child, but rather his girlfriend or wife. But it's nice to know it's open for interpretation; it could very well be his daughter; that hadn't occured to me while writing it, and it adds a whole new dimension to it. Thanks! "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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