AND THEN

AND THEN

At times, it’s too much of a lot
that 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
roam 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 have 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,
red hue of bloody spill illuminate
these roses more red
perhaps white yet tainted.
Love lacks peace
in it’s scarlet demeanor
violence of emotions that seek dominance.
And then, tears cone for us.