I made a bandaid for your heart, and bought earphones so I’d always listen,
And glasses for my eyes, so that I will see what I am missing.
I carry a dictionary so that I can understand the language you always speak,
Adrenaline shot, to kickstart my heartbeat, Won’t let the beat street defeat another week.
I bought him rosehip tea, so he would not get sick,
and a silver paged sci-fi flick, 5 books thick,
I took these colorful happy pills so that I could feel,
but material things aren’t bandaids, and they can’t ever heal.