Memories of Broken Glass
By: Spencer Wider
Change the shutter speed
For it's all we need
We will take the lead (and)
Plant this funeral seed
As these quivering lips shake
Remembering all the ones who were fake
This dead weight weighs me down
For the times we had in this messed up town
I'm writing a eulogy for your apology
And pull you out from this death
This friendship doesn't end
Grasp onto my shaking hand
It's not fair to have to let you go
In pictures the tears will show
Inside jokes that no one knows
The definition of a great friend should go.
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