I Am A Frame

I am a frame

I’m made of wood

You paint me black

Brown

Red

I’m on your wall

Your office desk

I’m crooked

Straight

Above your head

I am the frame

Just square support

To hold your bliss

Your sunny days

I’m on the outside

Not within

I hold you memory

Not your gaze

 

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