Keep on walking and keep on talking
leaving me in your past.
like a picture in a frame on your wall
that you’re walking past.

i’ve seen it all and heard it all.
but i can’t tell you what i think about
it,because what i want to say
can only stay

in my mind,in my head,and you’ll never hear it.
but what can I do about it anyways?im just a picture.
in a picture frame.up on that large wall
among the others that hang delicately,from

a nail against the peeling white paint
of your hallway,your past.
where’s your hall of fame at?
i think i should be up there,considering

all the times you’ve needed help
with something you couldn’t help yourself with.
or the days you were sick and needed
someone there to feed you that Social medication

that you could have Never bought at a store.
me,like the Rain.and you,like the Sun.
a plant,like a friendship,can’t stay alive
without the balence of both.