All the Little Things
My heart is empty these days.
There's nothing left to take.
Eyes filled with tears.
Deep wounds that keep bleeding.
Pain that doesn't stop hurting.
Counting to ten doesn't work.
Always been there to help.
Given everything asked for nothing.
Took everything mean thing said.
Never gave on you when others did.
Staid up late into the night.
Now I am left wondering do you,
Notice all the little things I do?.
Wondering if you even care.
Copyright © Stephanie Warrillow | Year Posted 2018
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