The Little Things - Poem by Andrew Rose
I am in Love with a girl,
Everything is perfect,
Except for one thing,
Those little things,
Its those little things that get in our way,
Its those little things that ruin our perfect day...
Those little things that i try to overcome,
Untill they amount to something huge,
That has to be dealt with and done...
I have made sacrifices for those little things,
I have made more than one,
But now those little sacrifices have tolled me,
And i am no longer in love...
For those little things became something,
That could not be dealt with and done,
Those little things took my love,
The Little things,
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