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?