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

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'd be falling apart

If I were a painting

I wouldn't feel

And you wouldn't be breaking my heart