Sunset Herb Of Envy Poem by Jacob Underwood

You are nothing, you have no shades of scarlet.
Yet they still adore your fondant lull.
As if you have talent, you are no prophet.

And sure, I don't have your lustrous shine like a garnet.
But I want to see your face sinking into your skull.
I don't have that much envy only a droplet.

It's not my fault you make yourself such an easy target.
with obnoxious elegance like you're trying to be made of tulle
My marigold petals are like a meadow flame incarnate.

But I will make sure that all your doors are shut.
All you seem to show is the need for a cull.
I become wrapped in vines now neither of us will become a
starlet.

your skin looking like wilted olive leaves trying to be star lit.
such a green it's a surprise that anyone doesn't deem you null.
I deserve light more than you, your name will never be Scarlett.

now your jaw doesn't stop with words coming out like a turret.
you should lose your tongue for Your voice so musical.
Why should anyone like you have the usefulness of an armlet.
won't be bad putting you in the ground now I glow like a sparklet.