Me; With my too-tiny to look intimidating frame, but my picture is so much bigger than any wooden cage you could try and house me in.
You; With your blank stares and too-cool-to-care attitude brushing me off, sweeping me under the rug. I will not take a permanent place collecting dust.
Us; A scratched record that is loved for a favorite song that lasts long enough before skipping over the damage. If only you hadn't been so rough.
still a work in progress? i like what i have so far idk thoughts please?