The smallest favour makes me happy,
A thank you could light up my day
The things you do for me are beautiful,
Come what may
A drizzle seems like a thunderstorm,
One word could end up in flames
An unlucky number or an unspoken truth,
It's those I have to name
A burst of colour, a laugh or smile,
Could wither away in time
But it's those small things that could make me happy,
It's the small things that make me cry.
~Via
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PoetryHave you ever felt overwhelmed by the number of sides to a story, the number of words to make up a description or even the number of thoughts needed to execute an idea? Have you ever had the fear of judgement, or been haunted by the thought of speak...
