***** socks, wrinkled sweaters, tired eyes
i always noticed the little things
clammy palms, chapped lips, weary bones
the little things
i never wanted to miss
like the way my name escaped between your lips
landing on my ears like feathers
i wondered if her name sounded just as soft
i noticed the crinkles in your eyes
and in the corners of your smile
but not your absent gazes,
probably thinking of her smile, and other faces
or how i somehow missed the train to your thoughts
fool me once, i heard somewhere before
fool me twice, maybe three or four
i'll count every single time
because i always noticed the little things
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
***** socks, wrinkled sweaters, tired eyes
i always noticed the little things
clammy palms, chapped lips, weary bones
the little things
i never wanted to miss
like the way my name escaped between your lips
landing on my ears like feathers
i wondered if her name sounded just as soft
i noticed the crinkles in your eyes
and in the corners of your smile
but not your absent gazes,
probably thinking of her smile, and other faces
or how i somehow missed the train to your thoughts
fool me once, i heard somewhere before
fool me twice, maybe three or four
i'll count every single time
because i always noticed the little things
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