If I Were...

If I were a painting captured on canvas, alone in the portrait I would stand. And brush strokes bold, yet soft as a whisper. The work of a masculine hand. Caught in a still life, surrounded by shadows or lost in a background of blue. If I were a painting, my price would be pain, and the artist would have to be you. I imagine the colors would all run together, if you ever allowed me to cry. So don't paint the tears, just let me remember me without you in my eyes . It's only the frame that holds me together or else I would be falling apart.

If I were a painting, I wouldn't feel and you wouldn't be breaking my heart...