Basic Thoughts: I Feel A Million Little Things

I feel a million little things, from my wake to my sleep,

The sound of the birds that sing, and the other little waves that chime in.

From the warmth of the sun that hits, to the breeze that sweeps away the heat,

The taste of breakfast, to the taste of the bitter words that come out of their mouth when they speak.

From the rage that I felt to the day I met you again and you filled me with glee,

The thoughts I was left with, to missing the moment that I was with.

From the scent of the rain to the taste of my tears,

When my heart was broken into, a symphony.

A million little things, in every word we say.