Lip Print Salute Poem by Jessy Liz

Lip Print Salute



Raise your glasses,
Let them fall.
We won't be silent;
Not at all.

Let every shard
Of shattered glass
Be evident
Of moments passed.

And press your lips
Against the stars.
We won't be silent,
Not for long.

Count each one
And hold them witness
Of every memory
You stand to miss.

Let them fall
Like shooting stars
Don't shame the tears-
They're not your fault.

And don't regret-
Don't change a thing.
It had to happen
For you to believe.

Let credits roll-
Salute your past
Lay your mind to rest-
You can't go back.

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