Suicidal Poems #9

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Minus

Two,whom sat 'neath the tree
Fell once in heart,but never meet.
"How are you?It's nice to meet thee."
But,a secret they keep.

Two,whom sat neath the sunset.
Both still,no words exchanged.
They both have a chance I bet,
Don't understand?better call me deranged.

What Is Two Minus One?
ONE

One whom cried 'neath the sheets
It felt very dampened.
T'was their standard that meets
They had a chance,what happened?

How can one silence the cacophony?
When their voice still echoes through their head.
They saw no one fit for thee.
Next time we meet,you'll find me with dread.

One Minus One.....

One...still 'neath the tree.
Floating,wearing the dead man's tie.
Quite formal in the autumn free.
Now I've left with you in the sky.
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©to my classmate

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