Three Two's
Is now what I see of you.
My love to encode into words in pieces of poems,
Another way to keep this between me and you.
Three Two's,
There is no meaning to number two.
I'm the coldest suicidal,
And I could be taking them for a fool.
Besides my dreams, and flights, and my tendency to go way high,
You know for sure, this will stay between me and you.
They'll never know,
There is no meaning to number two.
And I'll never know why I like this room.
The arts and the mind chain and the dark dooms.
There's no meaning to number two,
and this shitty poem is just enough proof.
The front of my mind says otherwise,
but hope is not found in gloom room.
222.