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