It’s In The Small Things

It’s In The Small Things.

It’s her smile that’s always a bit too bright,

It’s her laugh that comes too frequently,

It’s in the way her over-sized clothes hang from her frame,

And the way that her shoulders subconsciously arch inwards.

It’s in the small things.

It’s when she avoids looking anyone in the eye,

And always strays towards the back.

The gaze that is always murky,

And her jaded views on the world.

It’s in the small things.

When she never complains about life,

And always seems tired,

She runs around, acts stupid,

Yet never without hesitation.

It’s in the small things.

And when she hugs herself,

Or sways on her feet,

It’s in the way she bites her nails,

And avoids all things sentimental.

It’s in the small things.

It’s the small things that make it obvious,

If you care enough to see,

She’s not bright and bubbly,

Not like she first appears.

It’s in the small things.

She’s lonely, and scared, and self-conscious,

Her secrets she guards as well as her heart.

She’s lost, but too scared to ask for help,

Because she’s been hurt before.

It’s in the small things.

He notices,

He watches her act,

And picks out the truth from her lies,

He learns her ways.

It’s in the small things.

It’s the small things that make her her.

Make her who she is today.

It’s the small things that make him love her.

Because of who she is, not pretends to be.

Note: Found this on my computer. Not the best I’ve done, but please tell me what you think. Thanks for reading.