Your green eyes betray me,
Your wicked tongue deceives.
How can one be so enticing,
And so utterly diseased?
Your apparition alludes me,
You shift at every turn.
Yet you are always with me,
In a different shape or form.
How can I find peace,
In this cruel and hateful world?
Your tendrils of suspicion
Cannot be assuaged or turned.
You are spiteful, malicious,
In your quiet ways.
Planting seeds of envy
So that we may go astray.
Many pretty faces,
Trifles, charms, and treats
Are the way that you seduce us,
But I have seen the truth of your odious deeds.
How can we be rid of you,
I ask on pleading knees?
We must be content with our lot,
For we shall never, never, be free.
But we must continue sanguinity,
For that may be the key.
jealousy
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Posted by L.K. McIntosh at Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Labels: Poetry
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