Little Things

Grabbing my hand and kissing my cheek,
Holding me close, saying I love you.
He tickles my neck whenever he speaks.
I'm in love with all the Little Things.

Everything just seems so perfect.
Look at us, we are just so cute.
Who would have need to suspect?
Too bad fairy tales don't come true.

Looking at the girls legs as they walk by.
Saying he'll call me, but he never does.
Ignoring me and leaving me alone to cry,
I hate all the Little Things he is doing.

But inside I'm burning, all torn apart.
Well whoever believed in "Happy Endings"
Sorry darling, I'm all through with you.
If only he noticed all the "Little Things"

Copyright Brittney Follett