Envy
A rose of rich color
Parallels a wood fence
I can’t quite love her
Though it makes sense
Unlike my lawn
My petals are green
Enraged by her song
I chose not to sing
My beauty is fading
Dulled by her shine
I’ll waste away, waiting
To move up in line
Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2018
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