Second Place
Just when you think everything is good
Just when you think everything is right
An unsettling breeze steals that away
Just as the dawn steals the night
The sky up above is a periwinkle blue
The trees are ever so still
The clouds are perfect in every way
But that breeze returns with a chill
The chill a indication of things unseen
Everything that is good and right not in their proper place
Reminding me that in the game of love and affection
I will always be in second place
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