Green
7 November, 2004
Author: Aubrey
I've painted a portrait of jealous
A hundred images and unrealistic words
travel through my mind,
though they'd never be carried out
and in my heart I know this...
To have her eyes run across every inch of your body-
Her hands touching your face with such distinction
Her body pressed against yours with lust
Her lips connecting with yours
She knows exactly what she's doing...
My loss would be her greatest gain and conquest
...Only a conquest
Just another name to add to her list
You played that game with me
only to be a pawn in another
except this time, who's the loser?
Game over
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| jim (152.163.100.197) -- Sunday, November 7 2004, 05:00 am sometimes the thoughts that creep into our minds is worse tenfold then what reality actually is. Our minds are a great tool but can also be the tool of our own demise. Excellent job. |
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