AND THEN:
At times, it's too much of a lot
Those thoughts can only think for you,
hearts are but a burden
weighing down this bulk of life.
Pulse or fuss,
smiles or blush?
The animal in us
roams cages, looking for escape
only to find solace in solitude.
And then, these memories, again.
I'll be here among my weaknesses
dancing these winds that sway.
Everyone has their own
so who am I to cling to ours,
desperately had.
My lapel creased from your grip,
my footsteps screech,
I am way past my borders.
I'm coming with you
but unwillingly,
by heart and thought.
And then, I still miss you....
In a whirlwind state
I twirl within roses.
A bed I made, slumbered on
periodically thorns prick,
the red hue of blood spill illuminate
these roses redder
perhaps white yet tainted.
Love lacks peace in its scarlet demeanour
the violence of emotions
that seek dominance
And then, tears come to us.
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