Lines

The lines blur..
Right. Wrong.
Situations.

No space for lines.
Lines but nothing else in space.

Lines, in my hands and on your face.
Telling me a lot, but hiding the rest.

Lines to follow, lines to fudge.
Lines I cherish, and those I grudge.

Lines that curve and I want to explore.
Often leading me to shady, closed doors.

Lines that tie us together, till we choke
Lines I was meant to stay within, but broke

New lines, overwriting the old
Lines disappearing.. slowly fading away, no longer as bold
And I shall let go, since them I cannot hold...