Julia Queen - Little things count

Everyone wants to fall in love
Like a flying white dove
How it wants to fit in
So it is white, but whats within?

We all want our soul mate
But is it really our true fate?
I like to have a clean slate
For our new plate
To be filled

Even though we wish for love
We don't end up like the flying dove
It's actually quite the opposite
But the candles been lit

Try to find the right one for you
There could be more than that one little who
If you don't believe me you can sue
This is just a poem for me and you

Things don't work the way we want
Most of the time it's just a taunt
If I could figure out the way for you to love me
I would possibly be set free
If the pain from my heart didn't keep me from you
Because I knew when he came back we would be through

Sometimes things don't work out
It's kinda like the first drops that spout
From the top of the angelic fountain
Or maybe the shine that protrudes from the small round tin

It's the little things that aren't profound
Not the big things that make no sound
Because if that was the case
I wouldn't hear your voice or see your face

Once again, it's the long black lace
Or the 2nd place race
It's the little things that count the most
If you are with him don't make it close

Stay with the one that makes you happy
Because when your happy...
I'm erratically...
And forever...
Happy...
even not together...
:)

Julia Queen

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