THE LAST TREE

1]I am done writing poems

now I am gonna pen a couplet

about a couple who loved and lost

and got mad at most

to fall in deep sleep of death

I guess love is an art at play ,

a vacation or night stay

a verse about verity,

 

I am done writing couplets now ,

I am gonna write a limerick

a man named split met a man named jane and a woman named pain

three of them loved and lived , fought and fooled around , for somehow

till jane and pain died in hope to split , with split

till split agreed that unions can`t work , of two or three,

so he killed both of them , to make it work for now

2) It's okay to live in a past for a while, 

but not forever... 

3) All the boys in the streets tell me that I am not better
Than any girl , I am just a poet and a pessimist and a narcissist and a maniac 
Happy when alone, 

sad with company
Tragedy oh tragedy! 
Sitting on the last left tree
Making it my friend
Making it my man... 

Till eternity 

I will pine for my last tree.... 

My man, 

I loved you, 

Like no other human can....