Jealousy

The sun

The rain

The blue sky above.

The flowers you pick

The things you love

I want to be them

For they are they are things that see you

They want to be you

I want to believe

That I can see

You again.

 

I see it all but can’t touch

For it isn’t me that you want

I see it all, clearer than day

But you’d never give the time to say

To say

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

 

This jealousy is beating

And eating away at me

Until

There’s

Nothing

 

Left