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Blended


Think about the possibilities!

Excitement in the air!

We're blended…

A new family…

 

Anxiety high

Moral low

But my faked smile will never tell

 

I'm trying for him

He's finally happy 

But this new family makes me

Uneasy…

 

I'm number one

His number one girl

And his number one daughter 

 

Frankly, I feel like number two

Take that any way you like

It's probably true

Because I'm now coming after her

 

She needs this

And that

But hey, the possibilities!

 

The family builds

But this number one feels

Left out 

Or an unsteady block in this tower

 

Some how an engagement arises 

From the ashes of the last marriage 

Almost like a Phoenix but with a broken wing

 

It's catching up to us now

Reluctant as ever…

Yet, still hurt when I'm alone

And stuck as number two

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