Her eyes are mellow
Almost yellow
Jealousy reeks
Her actions speaks
Jealous of what I own
Envious of what I know
Spiteful of my possession
Resentful of what I do
Her judgment is clouded
By jealousy and envy
So eager to be misled
Grudgingly acting hastily
Sorrier than before
She is more miserable
Walking with a heartsore
She needs a savior
But who wants her
I don’t, do you?
But who cares
As long I have you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kay, interesting ending, I like how the tone changes as if your shrugging her off. Good write! ! Brian