Yours Truly, Me.

It's the Little Things

Memories are like fog in the winter, 

They always fade away

Some shatter like glass, they break and splinter,

Causing pain every day.

But it's the little things that soften the blow, 

That help us get through our lives

It's the little things that make a cover of snow,

A blanket of smiles and lies.

But what happens when the little things push you to a ledge?

Pulling you towards a fatal drop 'till you're teetering on the edge?

The inconveniences we face are like little devils, 

Smiling wickedly at our troubles

When we steer clear of the little things, they skip across like pebbles,

And leave us alone inside our bubbles.

But what happens when we embrace our problems and trouble fills the air?

What happens when the strings of pain form beautiful strands of hair?

If I left today, would you stay tomorrow, ignore the way your heart stings?

Or could you bear the pain and find the time to hunt for the little things?