Breakdance Serenade

You break through the canvas of my life
Exposing the spaces of white
Between the strokes of limelight
Pastel colors seem to breathe
Whisper your name under the painter’s eaves
Voices running like the summer into autumn leaves
Cameras flash on the faces of the day
Stealing myself to ask if you’re ok
Cuz the tears and eyeliner never wash themselves away.





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