— Hey. How come all you have in here is a smiley face button and a revolver?
— Well, one's in case I get sad, and the other one's in case I get really sad.
When you're sad, and no-one knows it
I'll send you black roses
When your heart's dark and frozen
I'll send you black Roses
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
The rain stops and the reflection in the puddle, I see myself looking more miserable today.
I cannot hide how low I feel.