Not Again

Iím traveling the world
Living with love
And showing her as much as I can
That my smile has deeper roots now
I smile at least once a day
And Iíve learned to let shit slide
The way it likes to
I donít believe in bliss
Or happily ever afters
But karmas swung my way
at least a couple times

Itís always there though
Like blood on shirt collars
Never pure white again

Sheís always there
wether I know I need her or not
A hand to pull me back
A word for me to lean on
A heart to give me shelter

I have a flower to treasure on winter days
A post to cling to when the wind is screaming
I even own a pot to piss in

But I canít shake it
The thought that somewhere out there
Hiding in my shadow
brushing my face in gentle breezes
A hand is waiting
To snatch it all away

Written by DystopianMelody
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When everything is good, thereís something horribly wrong.
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