Art of us

Caught in the lines I draw

Tracing the curves of who I used to be

In the echoes of a song I wrote

Dancing with shadows only I can see

They say the world is wide, but it's so tight

When you're lost in the colors of your own fight

I paint my heart on this canvas of dreams

But it's a tangled thread in the seams

Searching for meaning in the strokes I make

But there's a whisper in the wind, can you feel it break?

It's a love I can't hold, a truth I can't fake