DeAnDr R

Jealous


Am I jealous or just afraid to lose you


Your glancing eyes, a North Sea grey,
towards his lonely languid form
raised wrong perceptions on my brow
like furrows ploughed by passing wheels
but soon suspicions washed away
as prints erased by passing rain.


do you want him
or do you want me
the water rises but i can't swim
and now i'm lost at sea


Stare at me and speak to her
I never knew you for a type of blonde
Yet you look at me with such awe
Belt of black
Go ahead
Do one hundred jumping jacks
In my mind I am the price you need to find your looming destiny
But an Ani over any can't break my unknown love
Infatuation or true love from me



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