It's all colored lines
Point A seldom trot to Point B
A mind grounded in grey haze
Matching hearts held in loving daze
Let it paint where we all stroke
Show the color of us
As strong as oak
Rainbow black and grey
Chaplin days of telling tales
Hands held high in blank states
Grips tightened on shallow slates
Suffer slim paint of a tree
Be the master of the canvas
And the picture is incomplete without thee
You, me, we
What's defined, heart-to-heart as key
A solemn "her" without a desperate "me"
The fruitless beg to start over
The "me" that can't live without "her"
Two combined, defined by God as One
Defy the language, I'm not done
Rainbow as vibrant as night
Modern day do flaunt said show
Hands do clap for deafened crow
My love for her unbeknownst, who know
Grow birch from ground to sky
Left me simply asking why
On top of lumber she live life
Yet on dirt I define by knife
Answers are not want we want
But another chance
Start over
With me
Flamboyant cadence
"Me" and "Her" left to a simple, single dance