make new friends
but keep the old
one is silver
and the other gold
my new friend is gold
but he's moving away
gold trading hands
a commodity in exchange
for an empty space
when we were better
we were pen pals
we were true to letters
true to ourselves
we signed lylas and bff
i've always liked silver
even better than gold
so if my new friend must
he can be silver
but he won't part easier
when finally we notice
how perfect people are
it's often too late
we can only polish pieces
of silver and gold
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