And now, to be honest,
Im jealous of you
Jealous of who you've become;
While you dreams are aspiring,
Mine are expiring,
Falling apart in my arms.
What I thought was special
Has turned to dust
While I watch you succeed in my stead,
And now I see
How God rewards the faithful
And leaves the hopeless for dead.
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Unsent Letters
PoetryUnsent Letters. We all have them. They're that one thing that we keep from the world, That one side of us that we never let anyone see, Those few words that we wish we could say These are a collection of poems, written to be letters Just a few more...
