Feelings come and go
That they do

Dressed up
Knocking at your door
Staying over
To wade in your consciousness
Then leaving
Like an after taste

Painful but pleasurable
tingles
Tantalizing and yet
So mesmerizing
In that black and white
Retrospect

Sighs escape those lips
Born from concentrated frustrations emanating from the chest cavity
Composed by the memories being overplayed to exhaustion in that movie house skull
Prisoner of the past
Fighter of if its tight grasp
Only to fall because to her

Feelings come and go
That they do