Little Things

Its the little things 
I find myself losing sleep over… 
Riding out final hours of lonely nights, 
Needing sleep, wanting dreams 
Pushed to the edge by someone so unlikely. 
I almost like it when sunlight falls from the sky 
So I can wish on an empty star- 
Torn from the night 
Tumbling from Heaven 
I gather up an angel’s might 
To reach for the sky, land among the stars 
Pulling for my dreams, its not how it seems 
I just wanted more. 
And in the little things 
There’s something about a smile 
Sweetly haunting curves-deliciously slow lips 
Everything you’ve seen before 
Becomes incomparable 
So you dream a little more 
About the little things.

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