The Small Things
It's the small things, for me, that matter.
A smile, a touch, a kiss in the rain.
The stranger that holds open a door.
You were a small thing once,
You just got swept away in the crowd.
You mattered.
I watched you from afar,
Then held you close.
You were mine, but no more.
Small things don't last.
It hurt, at first. Your gaze moving on.
Your hand slipped from mine,
In a moment you were gone.
Now she completes you,
Instead of you completing me.
Now I have just memories.
The good, and the bad.
Little things remind me of you,
At unexpected moments.
The pain's gone now.
The small things belong to you.
The back seat of a car,
That road where we fell in love under a tree.
The film we saw but could never quite remember.
The heartbeat I listened to.
It took me a while.
Now I've realised I'm still me without you,
So don't you stop loving her.
Because that's what happened to me.
And baby, your tears don't mean a thing to a broken heart.
Unknown "pArAdOx" Sexy
- 16 years, 9 months, 3 days ago