A survival story

A survival story

A Poem by Johnny A. Rojas
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Met and lost of a girlfriend that in high school we were great friends

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Jersey nineteen eighty something 

I stand outside on a short break 

And you just happened to pass by

Our eyes met and you looked familiar

You turned around and called my name 

My heart started beating 

Since you were such a dear friend

We had a summer fling

Everything in the silky sheets 

then everything became hazy  

Confusing the truth for a lie

A lie for the truth 

But sex was plenty back then 

So I just let the time pass us by. 

Decision time; did I make the right one?

I would never know... 

I got married and then I started missing you

So I went on with life playing the game 

Turning around on my decision making 

And leaving quickly out the door

Nothing could detach my heart from yours

I search the internet for your name 

But I never came close to finding you again

I’m in a separate state now  

My heart detached from yours 

Wondering the stars for a sign to follow

Now I know that my pride I must swallow 

Even though my love is stronger than pride

I will give someone else a try 

Cause my heart needs love to survive


***Johnny A. Rojas***

November 3, 2010

© 2010 Johnny A. Rojas


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Ah, the one that got away. You sum it all up absolutely correctly ... and if by chance you find the person again, it's as if not a moment has passed ...or as if too many have. Either way, it's never the same. A sad, wistful, beautiful recollection of times gone by.

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Added on November 4, 2010
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Johnny A. Rojas
Johnny A. Rojas

Kissimmee, FL



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My life crazy as it may seem, I'm happy with the reality of it and the tranquility that i know where I'm heading....It appears that i will break down but is making me stronger. My kids are my world i'.. more..

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