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.
