Common sense is a callous phrase
Because reasoning is always expected to come with.
Such a pity never wished upon,
Yet you, my friend, and I are different.
We hide inside an abundance of silent assumptions,
Face a distinct type of demand.
Even though it pains to
Understand, no matter what I go through,
Your common sense will tell you to get what you want
And mine will always tell me to get it for you.
I have forever been by your side;
Forever brightening the sky, helping you catch another’s eye.
I light up candles in your darkest rooms;
Burning my fingertips with the matches.
Just as I will keep waiting for love to reciprocate,
The sun will continue to shine on the clouds,
The dagger will scour for blood,
And the bruised pear will hang on a tree.
I brought you some peonies but
Will you ever get some for me?
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