jealous
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You're lying in bed.
Are you in bed or are you lying?
I cant figure it out.
I'm tired of trying
I am rolling hills of Kevlar skin
I am night before the days begin
I am terra cotta heart
I am stories yet to start
I am bones of solid gold
I am young, but I am old
I am war yet to be won
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's ass,
For jealousy leads to hate.
But damn, she has such a nice, fat ass,
And everything else she has is great.
B L I N D
I see the way he looks at her
He wants her
He would brighten her
The perfect two
Oh, joy!
Like they were matched
Meant to be
But,
She's too blind!
She scans him
She talks about him
She gets to his hair
And his eyes
And his lips
But looks at them
Like they're
Her hair
And her eyes
And her lips
She's so greedy
A dance of ivory
Marble stands frozen before me, and it snatches my scarce
Attention to show a simple but detailed
Woman with an attractive but scarcely
Clad man.
Oh to have a beard,
that is my dearest wish.
I am so smooth and hairless
just like a little fish.
It would be smooth and silky
like ladies underwear
Jealousy is a disease,
Eating away all uniqueness;
Distorting the beautiful image starring back.
I'm sick of all the love songs
All the shallow, silly words
The hormone-filled excitement
And the talk of bees and birds
The anguished declarations
And the unreturned replies
People want EVERYTHING you have but fail to realize there was a time you had NOTHING.
All they see are the good days that go so well, they always seem to miss the days everything fail.
