Happiness

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What ever happened to the pain?

And all the stuff that made us great?

We grew up, got too busy.

I couldn’t write those angry things.

What ever happened to the shades of black?

Sweet negativity and the verbal attacks.

We fell in love, got it right.

Nothing to bitch about or reason to fight:

The hole that happiness makes,

you never notice it right away.

Inside the comforts of the home,

in the back yard we bury the bones.

So together to be so alone.

Dream of lovers in far off places,

staring at the attractive strangers,

perfect silence comes between us,

"Oh what I said, I didn’t mean it!":

The hole that happiness makes,

you never notice it right away.

Love of your life,

feel it fade as you get older.

Only complaints and the ice on her shoulder,

easily mistaken for a wonderful day,

you never notice it right away:

The hole that happiness makes,

you never notice it right away.

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