Jealousy, a friend.
Contributed by
twelvereasons
on
Wednesday, 28th April 2004 @ 11:44:08 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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in the light of night, I stand awake, outside her room.
The slow light embraces her warmly, and I sit in hiding, chilled by my madness.
If she were an ornament, without a will, she'd sit in my pocket,
for none to see, for me to caress, to embrace.
But alas she is not, she has will, and strong at that.
Jealousy is a dangerous friend, it allows only the sight of her, and a trust that she is mine.
I cry imagining her in the eyes of another,
and now as I see her gently stroking her hair,
I become red blooded, angry that she is so beautiful,
and that the world wants so much of her,
and i cannot take the pain or the thought,
that she will be so loved by others.
I cannot bear the thought, that she might not always be mine alone.
I cannot forget her, this beauty, this masterment of beauty,and her love,
for truly, it is my curse.
and my ultimate demise.
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