I don't love life. Just the little things.
I mean it's okay, but I still cannot dilute the bitterness I feel towards life.
I can only keep my head down and smile at my shadow on the sidewalk  telling me tomorrow is near.
I can only glide my fingertips along the brick walls that are collecting dust.
And through the window, I'll enjoy the shiny cars that pass me by.
Unaware that I exist.
I'm sorry for the times that the bitterness seeps through
But if I dropped dead tonight.
I know I'd miss the little things.