Frames

Doing my best to count the deck you're dealing

Held to my chest, for I can’t risk revealing

That my smile hides the petty insecurities

I’m perfectly tongue tied, hoping you’re noticing

Play self assured amidst a world unfeeling

Drifting off course; disaster’s more appealing 

I find that everybody falls apart

when given a moment to truly reveal their heart

I would rather be anywhere with you

It’s coming back; assurance that I’m healing

I’m still intact though half unwrapped and reeling

Time’s got a way of remedying everything

Maybe I’m still the child in the hallway picture frames...