Mysty Monroe

My true colors bleed differently than yours

The slate is wiped

a clean white page

start again, another stage

 

We know the script, the final scene

This journey we all know how it will end, it\'s always been

 

Do I disappoint you?

Is there a flicker of regret across your brow?

 

Was I not the promise that you held so tight?
Not the sun you needed in the fading light?

Was I not what you thought I would be for you?


Did my true colors bleed differently than yours?

 

Every attempt, a clumsy dance
A heart laid bare, a vacant glance
Wrong turn each word that comes, a stumbling plea

How can each word be wrong?

 

I try to bridge the widening divide
But every sentence falls and starts to hide

 

Did my true colors not bleed the same as yours

a whispered fear


I search for meaning in your distant gaze
Start again, the endless loop
Knowing the end, the bitter truth
Wrong turn, each echoing sound
My words oh they fall short