If I a picture and you a frame
When pulled apart, I'm alone with no surrounding to keep me standing.
I quickly fall to the surface.
If I a clock and you the hands
You keep me running; you keep time passing.
But if there's no hands in the clock
time slows and then quickly stops.
Tick, Tock....Tick.
If I a flower and you the sun
Your grace shines upon me, nurtures me.
But if it shall ever become dark
My beauty will begin to fade.
Regardless of what I am,
I think I need you.
But am I your frame or
nothing but the background
in the picture?
