Jealousy

Its been so long since he left me But the wound still feels fresh. And I can't help that every time I see him, I get a little jealous. He is happy and more lively than I And I can tell he is in love By the look in his eyes. But that love is not for me Oh, how I wish it were! But his love is not for me, No, it is for her. She is tall With long chestnut colored hair Her eyes are pools of chocolate Floating in a sea of white And she is like a twig Growing in a tree that is ever so big How i long to be her, Just to have his love For I am full of jealousy Jealousy for his love