Tread Lightly For Rose Bushes Have Thorns

I remember every poem Mental pencils scribble Out in your honour as if they’re Written on real not mental Paper like the marks your Eyes leave on my soul Moments spent lost In thought writing endless Lines caging in words to Mask any feeling Still scribbling in my mind My mental scrap book filled With unfinished pieces Complimenting your smile Or those just meant to say HI Writing chronicling pain Of relived evils Unleashing caged in Masks of feelings Trace lightly over my scars Step high over walls Erected to keep those out Razor wire fences cut deep Where there is intrusion in To my psyche’s wondering Space predator lying Awaiting the moment to Devour my facial sequences Demons haunting mental states Of reasoning Tell me why your eyes Insist on teasing mine While I flee your gaze Inventing clouds to Haze lines of sight Increasing the width Of paths to plight Tread lightly For rose bushes Have thorns