A Photograph.
You're a picture, a masterpiece, a photograph. I love it all about you. And when someone got into the frame, i love you even more.
When this tiny guy get into the frame where you are, he seems like a trouble for me. But he's not. He made it.
He got your eyes. He's good at getting you high. And it makes your eyes dazzled like the moon always does. And this moment you've stealed the curve of the moon in the night skies.
And right when you smile, you make the dusts fly. Even the dusts seem like they know how to make you shine. Shine, Moon, shine! With a smile that'll lead you to your aisle.
And i know that i got no place inside your frame. I'm the one to blame. Cause if it were me inside that frame, your smile would never curve the same. And I'm just a person behind the shutter of shame.
And since, "I'm always the one who loves more" be my problem, I don't think i know if i could love you more than this kind of picture.
In all black and white, you're still one kind of beauty.
—DAPw, @tweetbatin
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