The Things that Count


Moonlighting Scrivener

Little did I know

that it’s the little things that count

For you made me believe

even everything wasn’t enough

so when someone else

actually deigned to care

I cringed

And frowned

And ran the other way

It’s strange how one’s perceptions

are moulded by others

The opposite of rose-tinted glasses, I think

I wish I’d learn

to take them off soon enough

So I wouldn’t drive away a good thing

if it came my way

Because the little things I talked about?

they happen to make my day.

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