Jealousy
Its been so long since he left me
But the wound still feels fresh.
And I can't help that every time I see him,
I get a little jealous.
He is happy and more lively than I
And I can tell he is in love
By the look in his eyes.
But that love is not for me
Oh, how I wish it were!
But his love is not for me,
No, it is for her.
She is tall
With long chestnut colored hair
Her eyes are pools of chocolate
Floating in a sea of white
And she is like a twig
Growing in a tree that is ever so big
How i long to be her,
Just to have his love
For I am full of jealousy
Jealousy for his love
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