Three

Three, an odd number
Can never change
To be an even one
Creating a life full
Of uneven feelings
Half of love
Other of hate
But why is four,
so perfect and even
It is no different
Just one more
That tags along
You can't drown it
With flooding tears
Down that silver drain
It lingers to you
No matter how many
Tearful baths you take
I wish I had only one
It may be odd
But it's better than even
And better than
Three