I have a grandmother who whenever she poured anything for you
she would say "Say when". My grandmother would say "Say when" and
of course, we never did. We don't say when because there's something
about the possibility, of more. More money, more love, more anything.
More is better. There's something to be said about a glass half full. About
knowing when to say when. I think it's a floating line. A barometer of need
and desire. It's entirely up to the individual. And depends on what's being
poured. Sometimes all we want is a taste. Other times there's no such thing
as enough, the glass is bottomless. And all we want, is more.
I love you all, Emily Ann!

Oh...this is a poem I wrote for english....its was suppose to be about a
hidden evil of the world and i wrote about love...as great as it is it can
be one of the most gut wrenching things ever...i hope you like it.
The Leap of Love
Emily Bloyd
In the darkness, I see you creep,
And with my faith, I take the leap.
If I close my eyes and say a prayer,
Will you leave or still be there?
How can you lie,
When I look you in the eye?
Why do I stand here balling?
Why do they call it falling?
How do people say it is great.
When all I feel, I hate?
How can you take a girl so strong and tall,
And make her weak and watch her fall?
Why the hurt? With this fear,
How can you be gone but oh so near?
What went wrong? You just left me.
Or in my heart, will you always be?
When you saw me standing there
Did you even really care:
Did you know you’d melt my heart?
Did you know the ending from the start?
In the darkness, I see you creep,
And with my faith, I take the leap.
If I close my eyes and say a prayer,
Will you leave or still be there?

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