Jealousy Poem by Megan Frame

My eyes are beginning to turn green,
Taken by the monster, Jealousy,
Though brown they've always been,
They're turning green you see.

I want what is not mine;
Adoration that makes me melt.
So jealousy, on me will dine.
And strangle me with its' belt.

But if I obtained love you see,
It would not, could not last long,
By summer I'd just be me,
Alone, My pain to prolong.

My eyes are turning green,
For I long to have love,
Be a picture that's serene,
But I cannot take thereof.