THE LITTLE THINGS
Crack me up in my quakes of melancholy.
Not to steal the moon for my darkness only.
To listen and share with me the weight of my burden
And clear off clouds that keeps my little flame hidden.
The little things.
Not to wash away my guilt to purify.
But to hold my secrets as i walk a path to beatify.
Whispers of assurance filled in the fragrance of your words.
To create a beautiful day and make me free roaming the sky like birds.
The little things.
Hunt not my nightmares if it scares you too.
Hold me close and alert my slumber a loud choo-choo.
"Hello beast, i stand to fight with my lover!"
All odds against us but I'll always remember the gesture.
The little things.
Don't create a universe for me, you aren't God.
Hold one side of my bucket and understand me when i nod.
Make a big scene and I won't play the part.
Make me the sidekick and your movie wins my heart.
The little things.
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
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