That thing called JEALOUSY!
Like cavities forming
anywhere in my teeth.
Somehow unwanted,
But I can’t help it!
It’s like wrinkles,
Forming on
my forehead.
It’s quite wonderful to age.
Yet, something I want
to fade.
That thing called jealousy.
Poems
Stay
My mind went blank I want to scream. My hands trembled is this a dream? Goodbye my love, I'm sorry. This is a tragic story.
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