I sit in this seat across from you,
Seeing every bit of this come true,
As across the room I stare at what was,
A true friendship which was the cause,
Far away in a frame stand you and I,
Back in time when you use to try,
When everything use to be laughs and smiles,
A time where we had no hard trials,
But from here the picture fades away,
As I blow the dust that is in the way,
Seeing that the frame has began to rust,
Just like our friendship came to a bust,
A frame that can’t stand its own weight,
A demise that is so tragically late,
Like our friendship it is held up on a stilt,
As from here I see you destroy what we have built.
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