Jealous
You’re jealous, and you have no right to be.
As faithful as I am, infidelity is all you see.
Penny for your thoughts?
Forget it; I already know.
In your mind I’m out with a bunch of hotshots,
Thinking I don’t think of you as I stare out the window.
What have I done to make you doubt?
To be honest I’m getting quite worn-out.
You say you simply can’t.
You say sorry, that you tried.
Your trust you cannot grant,
So in your suspicion I cannot abide.
Copyright © Brynna Murphy | Year Posted 2006
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