Risus, Curare, Doloris

Risus. Curate. Doloris. Laughter. Heals. Pain. Risus Curare Doloris! Queen of Sorrows! You cure my pain! When I am mere mortal without a name. You have me hope, Yet you give me know name? So I choke down the laughter To take away the pain! I laugh at my own insecurities Without nothing to gain. Such a Sweet Angel Lady To feel such pain! To laugh at my impurities Locked within my brain. I’ve questioned my sanity, Yet you hug me readily, As if my only purpose was to love... I’ve come from nothing, asking nothing, For I am am just another insecure, insignificant, bug! But such a dear heart, beautiful Queen heart of sorrows! You are still able to laugh! Through such incomprehensible sorrows! If one could only ask to borrow, such strength, dignity and Sweet grace, to make it unto tomorrow. Laughter heals us through the pain, It make one heartless want to feel love again! With just enough love to laugh at our Sweet and innocent Sorrows! With just enough love, to feel at peace, So I can put on a brave Smile and face Tomorrow!!!