Inside the Frame

She never lies.
She holds the storm inside her hands and turns my fear into sand.
We are the mirror.
We are the smoke.
We are the secret no one spoke.
Come closer.
Don't touch me.
I'm fading.
I'm still here.
The room is breathing again.
I am inside the frame, lost in another name.
Dancing with shadows I can't explain,
Nothing feels the same.
I am inside the frame,
Caught in a beautiful pain; if I disappear into the gray,
Will you still know my face?