It's an odd sort of wish that permeates my brain
When I see those who I keep close as single unit
In my mind, we work perfectly together,
So I'm always surprised when reality ruins it.
Humans are malleable, changeable, real
They experience, they think; humans feel
Humans are vindictive, bitter, unforgiving
They fester, they scheme; humans are conniving.
With that in mind, I should have assumed how this would go
You can't bind together three different humans without adversity
Before I could even begin pushing the idea , I had to understand
The tendrils of human emotion that ran through each of them.
One was ocean water on a warm, sunny day.
One was calm and unconcerned and used to making their way.
One was experienced yet young and very cautious with the words they'd say.
And I've no earthly clue how to get One into the group to stay.
Two was lavender carried on wind; strong, lingering, and playful.
Two was vulnerable, honest, kind, ethical;
Two was a mixture of uncertainty and low self-esteem.
The group need Two as a balm for the soul.
And then there is me and what I could bring
To convince three that being without the others is crippling.
I, Three, bring endless love, capacity to give and ability to trust,
And if that is the glue to bond us , it will hold true till we've gone on to dust.
im on a roll today apparently
id say ill keep it up
but i feel like if i did
i probably wouldnt