The Little Things

The Little Things

A Poem by Maia Guerrero

Don't ever take the little things for granted.
For I did a payed a price.
I miss the way he used to hold me.
I miss the way he would kiss the top of my head every time we huged.
I miss the little things.
I miss the way he would hold my hand.
I miss the way he would always be willing to carry me.
I miss the way he would nervously kiss me.
I miss the little things.
The little things are the most wonderful things.
They are the things that you look foward to in the day.
They are the things you can't wait for even when your having a bad day.
So don't take the little things for granted,
For one day,
You might lose them

© 2014 Maia Guerrero


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Added on November 8, 2014
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