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I could shrink down to pocket size,
And be left on a jar on his desk.
So long he never loved another,
I'd be happy if he gave me crumbs
And a thimble to drink from.

And even if he gave his heart away,
So long he always held me in his hands,
Made me feel like the smallest thing,
I'd be happy if he gave me buttons
And a spool to sit on.

And perhaps some day he'd
See me as the smallest thing,
The greatest thing in all the world,
And I'd be happy if he gave me smiles
And a kiss to grow on.
©2009 *stardestroyr
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Author's Comments

Fifth in my series of faerie and folktale inspired poetry.

This one is loosely inspired by Hans Christian Anderson's "Thumbelina," and Francesca Lia Block's adaption of the story, "Tiny."

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Aw, and a fave? I love you!

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"The truth belongs to God... the mistakes were mine."
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Greatness lies in small things. I really love this. To me it feels sad and sweet.

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~ Shannon :heart:
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Yes, that was the idea I was going for. Thank you for reading!

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"The truth belongs to God... the mistakes were mine."

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