the poetry knook, the poetry of stephen m. james

The Big in the Small

When you left I never quite understood why,
The wind picked up and clouds filled the sky,
And I just don’t understand and can’t see,
When fortune happens upon the fortunate and not me,
Now I have been doused with a thought or two,
That the one who gives me hope is you,

You always find the big in the small,
When I threw you out, you still loved me and I saw,
By your thread of love you sowed my sore,
And now I am sure it is only you I want to live for,

I see myself running up the same path that’s pretty steep,
And I am getting lonely here on this course, I cry before I sleep,
Doing the things I want, and now they’re getting old,
I want to return to the strong hand that I used to hold,

You always find the big in the small,
When I threw you out, you still loved me and I saw,
By your thread of love you sowed my sore,
And now I am sure it is you I want to live for,


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