It's the little things
That break me down
Little things that chip away
At my very existence
Of the sound of my name
Or the value of my worth
It's the little things
Like your seat on the bus
Not next to me
The little things
You don't ask for
Me to join you in the back
The little things
He gives me a charger
So I'm not alone
In this bus full of everyday strangers
Is the little things
Like a smile
A wave
An act of kindness
In the midst of a world war
Even when the world
Is as small as mine
YOU ARE READING
Heartbreak Poems
PoetryYeah love sucks but I guess it's good inspiration (I started this book in 2017 so it starts a little rough, but my writing has improved a lot over time and I like seeing the progress so im leaving the earlier work)
