I've always feared the little things, Because they're what stole my heart. At first they'd sprout it's tender wings; Then tear them and off, and me; apart.
So, I learned to hide my fragile self, Behind walls that no-one could breach. My broken parts on the top of a shelf, In a box, that no soul could reach.
But then, you reached a lone hand out; Butterflies broke through my ribs. Ten-thousand words that I longed to shout, Rooted themselves on my lips.
The little things will always scare me, That much may always stay true. But you, You crazy, You utterly absurd You punch-something beautiful ******. There's no better feeling than being terrified by you.
One I'm hoping to develop. Part of my #PoemADayToKeepTheDoctorAwayButOnlyUntilJanuaryExcessivelyLongHashtagChallenge
You feel like Soft music in the morning Stroking my soul as I sip my coffee And soak in the beauty of our life together. Your steady tone and acoustics Warming my insides Before I walk into a brisk morning to start my day. Your rhythm steadying my thoughts, Bringing a prevailing smile to my lips. Your lyrics reminding me of the wonder the day has to offer, Knowing when the song ends, you’ll be wrapped in my arms where sleep will take us. Only to wake to soft music again in the morning.