There's a screaming face,
There's a barrier,
Tilted in it's place,
Tilted but not changing your face.
It's clear,
It's same,
I have this fear,
I have this picture frame.
I have this picture frame,
Where a story is held-I hold the camera and at you I aim,
Our happiness you claim,
In your face-In your name,
Under you it lies tame,
Under me it's a tricky game,
I lost that game-crowds-counsellors announced it's shame,
But this frame has a frozen love to reclaim.
Frozen and twisted,
Frozen and tilted,
Frigid and tipped,
A thousand ways to say,
A picture, that lies under thick glass, that came from a torn child's past, now sets in an un perfect way.
