Little Things

The crinkles by your eyes
Your dimple when you smile
The freckles on your cheeks
The way your hands fit in mine like its meant to be
The sight of you squeezing into your jeans
your voice over the phone when we have our midnight conversations
All of your insecurities
it's you they add up to
I'm in love with you and your little things.

by Makinwa Victor

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Muhammad was here get this done guys
I mostly dislike this poem because, politically, I don't think that the suburbs are really helping our communities grow very much at all. It saddens me when I see everyone rushing about to work to pay for the ability to lock themselves in and become vegetables at night.