How can I not have Jealousy.
When you are living my dream.
Not dreams as in goals, rather visions
You left cuts on my heart, rather incisions.
Or a laceration, I had a fascination,
Of the halo above her head and
What if she loved me instead...
He is so much better than me
That's My Jealousy.
YOU ARE READING
Drowning!? - Poetry
Poetryif you are reading this welcome inside my mind, what a place for you to hide and for me to confide.
