Poetry again lol

lost in a picture without any frame
If I am not careful, I will fall off your page
Hoping, wishing waiting,
For my acrylic prince will come alive
and save me from myself

he feels so real,
as my fingertips brush against your paint
Or maybe thats just my heart hoping so
since these rough edgess feeel nothing like skin
But I wait for magic

If only you would speak to me
I could make this picture come alive
These soft rose petals, and this white picket fence
This could be real, I could make it real
We would be happy

But you are just a picture
Not like I wish you would be
I grip to the edge of your beautiful picture
as your angelic colours slip away
you have left me