My Poems: The Story of Your Life? [Completed]

Three

"Three is an odd number."

First there's one,

But she's already gone,

Then there's two,

That one's you,

Here comes me,

That makes three,

Best friends,

Can't make amends,

When they're dead,

After tears are shed,

Three's unlucky,

Hands are bloody,

The first is depressed,

The third is stressed,

The second seeks love,

But whatever's given, isn't enough,

Arguements turn to hate,

It's too bad we didn't wait,

For things to work out,

But there was always doubt,

That three will stay,

The first goes away,

The second cries some more,

It's a shame there wasn't four,

The third can't find her way,

Praying it will be okay,

The third leaves,

The second grieves,

The first is gone,

Which leaves only one,

Back to the start,

Pain for the heart,

Three isn't a number,

Because I wonder,

If there was only two,

Would it be me and you?