I fell in love with all the small things,
your eyes,
Your smile,
Your hair,
The way you laughed when you made a mistake.
And while i sat there,
Admiring the little beauties i saw in you,
I didnt notice something even bigger than your quirks,
You were admiring her
YOU ARE READING
A Public Poetry Diary
PoetryA poet is only as good as their muse, All of mine happen to bring sorrow.
