I spot the small things
The giraffe balloon
Floating by the window
of my bedroom
Where I brood on the day
I spot the small things
The souped up ride
Tearing past the street
The go faster stripes
breaking my concentration
I spot the small things
The washer of hotels
cleaning the distant windows
along the parallels
As I struggle to work
I spot the small things
The dead pixel on screen
Making the image
slightly unseen
On your update feed
I spot the small things
The name on your message
With a heart on the end
That day was a lesson
Not to blindly trust
I spot the small things
The couple in the corner
Kissing away secretly
I slowly mourn her
You're truly not mine
I spot the small things
The robin on the wall
Serving to remind
To be above it all
and be more than I am
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC
I spot the small things
The giraffe balloon
Floating by the window
of my bedroom
Where I brood on the day
I spot the small things
The souped up ride
Tearing past the street
The go faster stripes
breaking my concentration
I spot the small things
The washer of hotels
cleaning the distant windows
along the parallels
As I struggle to work
I spot the small things
The dead pixel on screen
Making the image
slightly unseen
On your update feed
I spot the small things
The name on your message
With a heart on the end
That day was a lesson
Not to blindly trust
I spot the small things
The couple in the corner
Kissing away secretly
I slowly mourn her
You're truly not mine
I spot the small things
The robin on the wall
Serving to remind
To be above it all
and be more than I am
I've been working on this one for a while, had the idea of how I seem to spot things in fleeting moments and wanted to tie in a story around it of a person's debating their suspicions of their lover. Think it works.