Jealous At Firt
A green of envy cries aloud
when my best friend rides high again--
she lights when her real man arrives
to wipe away the sprinkling rain.
While in my eyes so many things,
crave for the same thrills she now feels.
Entwined are their dear hearts hearts and souls,
when it was I who drove his wheels
as evening brought us to sweet songs--
but meeting my friend through me--a dread!
She feels a joy as living flesh,
and not just way above her head,
then as I slowly reach my room
a final wish I cast away--
this gleam of happiness for them,
for two pals on their newborn day.
Jelaousy; SKAT Contest
9 Sept 2015
Copyright © Lyva Marty | Year Posted 2015
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