Jealous, I can make a star wink,
I often get their waves.
Many bought and paid for drinks,
I'm the one they crave.
I can set them free.
I'm the one they shine to see.
Jealous, I can make the moon blush,
I often compliment her look.
Tell her she's my crush,
and snag her on my hook.
I can give the moon glee,
I'm the one she rises to see.
Then the sun comes,
and takes them all from me.
She is jealous,
and of her forces me to see.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 23rd, 2025 05:14
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Comments1
Jealous sun reminds me of an old Louis Armstrong song (That lucky old sun). A bit sad and a bit nostalgic a wonderful write
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