To my Aunt Emily, who was hit and killed by a car several years ago. She was 17 and mentally 'slow', she was my grandmothers foster daughter, but she'd been around so long, she became my family. My friend. My aunt. In her mind set, she was probably about my age, and I hate myself for ignoring her as I grew more mature than she was. Anyways, this is for her. I know it isn't much, but its something.
Emily Stone
Curled red locks,
Bright green eyes.
So confused...
so many lies...
She never had it straight,
she never had it true.
And all she wanted,
was to be close with you.
You turned her down,
pushed her away.
Now you must live with it,
to this very day.
Yes, it's too late now,
way past due.
But she knows you're sorry,
and has forgiven you.
Keep smiling beautiful. I love you so much and I'm sorry for all the times I disappointed you. Just clutch to grandpa and you'll be okay. He loves you so much and I'll see you soon. Once again, I'm so sorry for everything. It's hard to understand what you had until it's gone. I love you pretty girl. <3
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