Nothing Lasts Forever
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
It makes me sad when I think about you not being around.
I don’t know why I think about that, when you are right next to me.
I guess it’s the Fight or Flight instinct,
Always ready for good things to go away.
I turn over my pillow to the cool side, laying my head back down against the silk yellow cover.
My back is turned to you, but I reach out my hand,
at an uncomfortable angle,
Just to touch your skin.
So you can’t go
Away.
I would choose you over and over again
In every lifetime
In every book ending.
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Bria Lamonica
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I’m Bria and I am a writer/fashionista/corporate girly.
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Aww, the love and devotion in between the words 🥹😍 Thanks for sharing~