These Little Things
Whatever they are...
Watching the blindingly white snow cover the ground
I can't help but to wonder why you're no longer around
Was it something I did, or perhaps something I said
Loneliness engulfs my soul as these thoughts run rampantly through my head.
This house of mine feels nothing like a home
The walls tell tales of anguish that could make a lengthy tome
However, it's these little things that make me sure
You leaving me is something I can most certainly endure.
Maybe it's that we are just not meant to be
I still love you even after all the heartbreaking things you said to me
I know that I have no choice but to force myself to forget you
This all makes me wish that meeting you was something I could undo.