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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Nonsense · #1689882
How to play with murdered friends.
Sad faces hanging in the air.
Their frowns are looming everywhere.
Faces that make me feel alone.
They use to make me feel at home.

Come down and smile once again.
Like when you smiled when we were friends.
Should I draw your face a smile,
While you're up there all the while?

Look! I have my knife to write with!
So lets carve a smile to start with.
It will have to hurt a little.
Please stay quiet, do not giggle.

Now we have our happy faces,
But I feel the empty spaces.
Please stop laughing while I'm crying.
'Cause now it seems what's fun is dying.

Its not the same for you to be,
The only ones with all the glee.
I want to be with you up there,
And leave my sadness here to share.

I'll write to mom inside my room,
And tell her that I'll be home soon.
I'll draw my smile. I'll clean up too.
I'll grab my rope, and hang with you.
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