i love when you notice something you don't expect to like the little gold flecks in someone's dark blue eyes or the way someone's eyes light up when they see someone they love or hear their favorite song those are the things that make me happy that i'm alive
Your little things like dancing while eating something good Are the things that hurt me more than it should So please I can't take it anymore you are too precious to be in this world Don't get lost, don't feel upset Know that there are people who loves you I know I can't be there to personally console you and thats the biggest deal breaker to not to feel the physical comfort of someone's love But I'll support you and love you no matter where you are no matter where I am
Why is it that being childish is always discouraged why can't people embrace the child inside them why can't people just see the magic around them like a child does why can't people love a the little things of this world
Every little thing around, a piece of poetry. Identifying its right form, a life's mystery. Blending ourselves into its verses, a task that needs mastery. Singing it aloud and heartily, a great victory.
Cheer up now, being too little in the eyes of people is nothing compared to what your thumb can do, Always remember that you can make a moon disappear at the back of your thumb in just a wink of an eye.
So when you feel that you're of less importance, that's nothing to be really scared of. There are few things little things that we don't often see its worth but cause unimaginable destruction, Just like how a tiny dew drop and a distant sun ray from the sun can burn a whole forest.
I planted a seedling Thoughtless, unplanned, without a care Now a magnificent tree Brightening the dark forest of my memories Standing tall, pine needles displayed In rain or shine, winter or blaze Maybe I’ll plant more friends for her Or maybe she’ll be set on fire But I hope after living my life A colorful forest of trees is what I’ll find.
I was going to compose a parallel poem mirroring the ways you show you care but you have made it evident that I will never be your home.
You would thoughtfully answer my never-ending stream of questions carry me to bed with a blissful blanket of sleep and softness grant me the honor of wearing anything you owned, and smile at my choices actively correspond with me, more in the span of a few weeks than your standard for a lifetime trust me to take care of your bright-green banana-of-a-boy assist and twist and crack my spine further track and plot my heartrate to find a trend in tempo and tone and always provide the nearness I need to breathe and feel and be myself.
I did not need to pen a poem to know that you care, albeit reticent but you have made it evident that I will never be your home.
I would eat the squishy grapes for you warm your cold hands share with you the last of my rice and beans massage your stiff neck get up from comfort to pour you a glass of cool water assist and twist and crack your spine further treat you to your favorite ramen, donating my extra noodles tiptoe across the creaky floorboards to not stir you and always give you the space you need to breathe and feel and be yourself.