If I were a painting

If I were a painting

Captured on canvas

Alone in the portriat I would stand

And brush strokes bold

Yet soft as a whisper

The work of a feminine hand



Caught in a still life

Surrounded by shadows

And 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 wouldnt be breaking my heart