Miracles happen all the time.
Every day.
Consistently.
They just happen in small ways.
Like
when you saved that girls life
just by smiling at her.
Or when you
stared over the edge of
the cliff
and instead of thinking of death,
you thought about how much
you wanted to live.
Or when
I looked at you
and you looked at me
and we decided
to live our lives
in between the little miracles.
- maybe it's time we believe in magic.
YOU ARE READING
Butterfly Kisses and Other Miracles
PoetryPoetry about a girl and her thoughts. Poetry about unsaid yet so sorely felt emotion. Poetry. Be gentle. You're holding my heart.
