Little things

Little things I see,

Little things I hear,

They grow just to the size

When things are not too clear

It matters to me the most

The whispers in the ear

Sweet nothings that I know

Misunderstandings so dear

The cause of this is trouble

That seems so grim and dare

Lost in translation

Words that couldn’t bear

 

Little things I know,

Little things I care,

But my heart still shows

The secret intent so rare

It’s all about the tone

And whom you have to say

Express the emotions whole

Now turn to the point

Make sense with clarity

Imagine what a mess

Could avoid I can address

Now left to interpret!



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