You are the picture to my frame.
I, being the frame, would do almost anything to keep the picture safe.
Through glass exterior you would be seen. Seen but not touched.
Because baby...you know that deep down you only like the way I keep you around.
You like the way I hold you at all angles. You like that I don't usually miss a spot.
You like the feeling of consistency, the concept of ''togetherness''.
Picture this, my picture.
I am but only a frame. You are the center piece. The focal point. I am merely a surrounding. You get the thrill, and I get a chill when I press you.
It keeps me coming back for more. It makes me want to do tricks for you like showing you how long I can stay on a wall before falling or wobbling. I know everything is going to be a-okay, but do you feel alive on my glass? Do you? You know...this glass has your name on it. It usually doesn't fit most pictures anyways.
Most pictures are either always trying to be too big, or they just don't have the 'ummmf' to be big enough.
You're just right. You put me to sleep at night, picture.
From,
the frame.
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