The Little Things

Every day my brown eyes flicker to life at 

7 o'clock in the mornings 

The dread that invades my mind of being awake again ruins my whole day

My alluring

Sweet

Beautiful dreams will have to wait until

I am asleep once again to visit 

I never loved to be awake before 

But then I started to see the little things 

It's the little things that began to change my life

Maybe it's the fluffy smiling stuffed bear by my side every morning

Maybe it's the beautiful smile on my little niece's face as she is performing 

Maybe it's the orange leaves soaring 

I use to sleep so often until I began to appreciate the little things

The way he laughs as he holds my face

The way he looks at me like I'm not a disgrace

The way he smiles as our hands interlace 

The way he loves me like it was meant to be in the first place

How the sun rays spill into my room 

How the food tastes on my buds

How the summer evenings are so long

The little things make me so

Happy

To be awake 

I know that I am able to greet the day

Because my reality is finally better than my dreams

Every day my brown eyes flicker to life at 

7 o'clock in the mornings 

 

 

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