for The Little Details11/25/2008 c1 Hidden Flowers
Perfect. Agony. Yes. That is the word for this feeling. It sinks into your soul until you physically hurt. It stays until the person who is the cause of your grief comes into contact with you, and then you're in a strange elated state for a few minutes. And then the cycle begins again.
Anyway, cool poem.
Perfect. Agony. Yes. That is the word for this feeling. It sinks into your soul until you physically hurt. It stays until the person who is the cause of your grief comes into contact with you, and then you're in a strange elated state for a few minutes. And then the cycle begins again.
Anyway, cool poem.
4/8/2006 c1 
11nightslight
I like it! I love the last few lines. It is so true, the small things do matter.
11nightslightI like it! I love the last few lines. It is so true, the small things do matter.
4/8/2006 c1 14WritingFool
I really like this! I like the way that you capture the simple task that we take upon ourselves with certain people. It's always those little things that matter. Keep up the good work.
14WritingFoolI really like this! I like the way that you capture the simple task that we take upon ourselves with certain people. It's always those little things that matter. Keep up the good work.