you pick up your brush
since gave up his words
and draws a line
and says that I am

I'm a bit more than that
2 dashes already enough

I take your hands
and gently paint some words
you no longer understands
then I paint my picture

I'm a bit more than that
2 dashes not enough

then, by drawing on me
which carbon paper
to see if you remember
Who I Am

I'm a bit more than that
a silhouette is not enough

A ghost you say
want something more solid?
open your hands
black ink seeping through his fingers

I'm a bit more than that
invisible ink and so thin

Black and white
really try scribble my Body
So I am
The pale line again