Another line.

We dance around,
We have our place.
Some days,
I barely see your face.
I'm pretty sure,
You don't see mine,
Or how I've drawn,
Another line.
I keep the wheel,
Turning, turning,
With a bit of my heart,
Silently yearning,
For something different,
Something for me.
It's just I don't trust,
You'll like what you see.