Erin Marie
Erin Marie
Nov 29, 2016

I'm sure that someday
you will decide
that you love me.
On that day, you will feel
an overwhelming sense
of affection and lust.
You will run to me.
But I am afraid that day
will be much too late.
For I have loved you
for far too long, my dear.
By the time you read this,
I will already be long gone.

--Random Thoughts & Whiskey Courage

 
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