They say," little things don't matter!"
Injustice! I say.. done to you, my love.
Whose skin more sacred than the sky,
Where freckles live as constellations.
Whose scars so artistic and uncanny!
Each with its own mysterious story.
The way your hair weaves the winter sunlight,
Breathing in a lighter shade,
All the little ripples that your smile makes.
Every piece of you crafts you into a masterpiece,
I say I believe, little things do matter!
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Poetry[Highest rating :- #50] "His sweet succulent scent was so deeply sunken in my skin, Like the ink of poems absorbed by the pale paper. " ................................................... A collection of Random self-written poems, Both short and lo...
