Blurred Lines - 16/07/22 Rewrite Poem by Banksoya Sauce

Still crawling behind your shadow,
Following the white lines that lead to you:
Maybe they're simply too big for me,
But is it so wrong to be hopeful?

Now, I'll hang onto the warmth you left behind:
The careful feelings that linger around your figure.
I will blur the lines.
I will make them my own.

Crawling into your skin,
Your blood is filtered by mine:
Yet I still crave your deepest being
Despite the dirt on my hands.