Sweet aromas, Could be scented poison. Endearing voices, Could be hypnotising. Warm laughter, Could be patronising. Regrets and questions, Believing a distant suspicion. Do you really mean well, Or is that a mask you put on for humans. Humans too broken that, They need a shoulder so wrinkled, So scented of cookies and home, That you could cry into them for years. If she let you last years. Is she a person, Or worse than one?