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Poem for a contest about jealousy. |
| They say Green eyes Mean jealously but they're wrong. For red is the color I see when I think Of him, With her. Red, Is the color Of the flames That flare Whenever Together, They walk near. My heart Not my eyes Feels hot, Reckless, When I dream Of him. My heart Aches When I remember What we had Before she Came to steal What was not hers To take. My brain Not my eyes Thinks of All the ways I could kill her, Slowly, Painfully. That is what Jealously is . |