chace

Three

When I was younger we the three brothers

Would do the same blunder

We the three brothers

 would put the same stress on our single mother

We the three brothers

A shard of glass

A shard of glass lays in the dirt

What used to be so beautiful is now so brittle

What started at the border of land and ocean

Collected in a bucket

Burned till it was liquid

Words

They hide so many mysteries 

They can hide meanings 

They can mean the opposite of what the word means by the way you say it

You can express hate with a word that's made for love

Dogs are great

Dogs are awesome

Dogs are smart 

Dogs love 

Dogs cuddle 

Dogs are always happy to see you

Dogs are lovely
 

We build up everything

Our personalities

Our ideals

Our friends

Our enemies

Our talents

But with one mistake it can all shatter

Our personality breaks and the fragments break our ideals

Blood

Red as the flames of anger 

Deeper than the deepest ocean

Thicker than the biggest glacier

Each drop shows the suffering of the people 

But they still decide to not fight