You promised me
You'd help me leave
I can't believe
I'd been so naive
I should have expected,
That you'd get distracted
How could I blame you?
All of those smiling faces and open arms
I suppose I'm more jealous than I tend to let on
Jealous of you, who seems to be living the life
Jealous of them, who are getting all your attention I declined
Jealous of them, for showing you the love that I couldn't
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Poetry Book | POV The Marauders
Poetrybasically a bunch of poems from the point of view of the marauders and other people
