I feel as if we have left the dreamworld
This picture perfect canvas
Where everything lines up
Just right
We've started to add our own colors
Our own lines
With every conversation more is added
This once beautiful picture
Is starting to get muddled
The lines used to flow together
Now they are starting to clash
Like jagged stones
Cutting into each other
The conversations have turned into
Petty arguments
It feels as though the stress and anger
Has become the new norm
Instead of the love and light
That it once was
Im hoping that soon
We can start turning these sharp edges
Back into a cohesive piece
