It's the little things.
The good morning texts,
that brightened our mornings,
And the goodnight wishes,
that made us fall asleep smilling.
It's the little things.
The calls that came through our phones,
that made our hearts warm,
And the soothing loving words,
that gave us confidence.
It's the little things.
The affectionate messages,
that made our hearts flatter,
And the sweet compliments,
that gave us butterflies.
It's the little things,
That made us feel sparks all over,
And finally made us fall in love.
With time, it became addictive,
and something we got used to.
It's the little things,
That we wished it would never stop,
Because that's only what we needed to make us happy,
But even so, the little things became much to do,
Hence in return, painfully crushing our hearts.
©Deborah Liliane. C.
DLarts
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The Diaries of the Heartbroken
CasualeThen the day came, and he left. My SuperMan left, Cariño mío left. Left me heartbroken and maimed even after all we vowed to each other. Left me tending for my britted soul all alone. What could I do? Just find solace in my pen and book. And here is...
