Jealousy’s not some
green-eyed monster.
She’s gorgeous and smart.
She’s kind,
and way funnier than me.
She whispers in my ear,
with that beautiful,
raspy,
hypnotic
voice of hers,
and never fails
to remind me
that she will always be here,
and I
shall be
temporary.
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Author:
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Comments1
It is the end of the poem that brings it all together and makes its point. A lovely write.
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