something dangerous

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…..

 

 


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