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 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 wouldn t be breaking my heart