I feel this warmth That lifts my heart Each time someone cares I may not show it But it means a lot A simple response A smile here and there I won’t reply For I’m to scared But know I see these things And my day brightens A little more each time

A song. It’s just a song.

Just a simple little, Unimportant, Insignificant, Inconsequential, Trivial, song.

The words hardly have meaning, And it sounds just the same each time around, But something else about it makes me stick around.

Not the words, Or the melody. Not the harmony, Or the mood. Not the rhythm, Or the sound,

Something a little more imbued.

Just one little moment in time, Just one little moment that changed the tune.

That one moment in time, That really wasn’t as great as a pantomime, But to me was pretty sublime,

Forever changed that song, apocalypse is what it’s called, and now whenever I hear it I’m enthralled.

How could something so simple, so plain, as a song, make such an impact that I’ve listenened to it for this long?

If he listened to it during that moment as well, would he, too, be unable to break the spell?

Does he even feel the same? I don’t even know if he knows my name.

I look in your eyes And I am enough

I gaze at your smile

And I am enough

Your weight on my chest

Gives me love

Under the duress

I am enough

How could something so small Take up so much space In my heart? The ring on my finger, A token of our love, It may be small, But it’s my whole World.

My most prized possession Is that ring. It’s a symbol of our love, Like a white dove!

The way it shines Makes my heart flutter, The way it feels on my finger Makes my heart feel whole, The fact that you gave it to me Makes my heart feel warm.

A blush covers my face And my heart starts to race Whenever I look down at my hand And I see that small, shimmering ring.

Our love may not be tangible, But it takes up so much space In my heart.

You are insignificant. A tiny speck of dust or grime. You don’t talk to me. You never talk to me. And yet you say you love me.

You are so small, so weak and tiny. So why do I care? Why do I care if you kill yourself.

You’re a speck of dust, one I couldn’t bring myself to get rid of. I breathed you in and you went into my heart and never left.

I’m not sure I want you to.

You’re so little So tiny Yet somehow, You’ve already managed to take my heart captive As you climb up into my lap Getting small tufts of fur everywhere I smile at you And you smile back Tongue lolling out the side of your mouth

You’re so adorable So cute And now, I know that I am all yours And you are all mine, Sweet pup My Marigold

Soft, pretty much just fluff Two, the best of friends How can they be more than enough? When they are just two small little things Who’s meows fill my heart

This goes to you, Bozo, Because I thank you.

I thank you for being the friend of mine, The one who never tries to take my spot,

Who never manipulates me,

Who makes me feel better than worse,

For giving me advice and letting me give you advice.

To Bozo, Thank you.

You will never understand how much you mean to me.

You were the beacon in my room of darkness, The rope pulling me back from the drowning sea, The shades who shielded me from the blazing sun, The glasses who let me see the calming moon.

And, yes. I know.

I know I’m just one of your friends. Just another person to you.

But please know you mean so much to me.

And it doesn’t matter if I mean that much to you.

But,

For now,

Bozo,

Thank you.

I loved that little fluffball I carried him everywhere I would feed him tiny bits of cheese In his tiny hamster chair

Harold was my favourite pet He really was the best He would sit and nibble On my lap And cosy on my chest

He’d run round Like the clappers In his hamster ball Til he felt exhausted And had a little fall

His boney leg was broken The vet made him a cast Harold got much better Then one day horror struck My brother put him in toilet Harold is now a ghost of hamster past.

How I’ve longed for a love like this Books and poetry could never have prepared me for those big brown eyes Staring right at me Perfect and boundless Your soft curls wrapping around my fingers and tangled in my heart That gummy smile and the small teeth that eventually filled it I hope your sweet hands find the treasure within the dirt Those tiny feet continue to take you on adventures I hope always be welcome in your laughter My sweet Sperrow My girl How could something so small take up so much space in my heart