Jealousy
If jealousy had a colour,
Then it won’t be green.
If jealousy had expressions,
Then it can’t be expressed.
If jealousy could be described,
Then there would be no words.
If jealousy could be touched,
Then it won’t be cold.
You should have seen yourself today,
Your face had almost no colour,
Your expression was still,
No description would have fit,
Your eyes were not cold, neither warm.
But envy and jealous
Is the only words, I think,
That can describe your emotion.
Red and white, hot and cold.
Expressionless misfit description,
The only real thing is
People sense jealousy from far away.
Jealousy, a trap catching people easily.
Copyright © Tanya Celliers | Year Posted 2011
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