THE FRAME I LONG FOR🖼️🌷

I am the witness of The love from before The commitment They once shared The promises and vows They made The warmth and laughter That did not fade I am the mark To remind them Of what once came— A story that once Was filled with endless miracles. With every new chapter, The story could not get Any better Until the frame was torn “Why was I born?” The question came again “Mother or dad?” It made me feel bad and sad But I knew I was torn In a harsh reality With my clueless purity Now I have two houses But at what cost? Who am I to turn to When they both have Their own frames? I can’t help myself But take all the blame And burn within the flames I would be selfish To blame them Too rude to ask questions I see them with their own, But… what about me? I did not ask for this All I wanted was the presence Of one unbroken frame