There’s something dangerous about the way you laugh at your own misery.
I’ll bring you flowers I swear
I will bring you roses when….
The sensible ways of your thinking,
the delicate manners of your faceless empathy all perished into the sky like a dust off of an empty road no one walked on for a long time.
I’ll light you a candle I swear
put it somewhere safe from the wind, when…..