My eyes begin to squint
cheeks now turning red,
covering my ears
as to not here what you just said.
The way you look at her...
...why you never look at me that way?
Tell her you love her all the time
but with me not one word to say.
I still feel the passion
I'm guessing you dont,
because you've sent back
every letter that i've wrote.
I just can't face it
her with you,
But I just can't help
to watch every little thing you do.
When you hug her
and make her smile,
I picture me being
her for awhile.
Hearing her giggle
stops my thinking,
And my heart once again
starts shrinking.
I dont know
what to do
But i dont want
to be your enemy,
this feeling that i have
it's alittle thing called jealousy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Coool poemo Baby Roger