Jealous of her face.
Jealous of her taste.
Jealous of her hair.
Jealous but no one cares.
Jealous of her skin.
Jealous of her friends.
Jealous how she wins.
Would her life just end?
Jealous of her teeth.
Jealous she's got the right amount of meat.
Jealous of her eyes
When will she die?
She's got those deep dimples.
Never does things simple.
Got boys falling all over her.
She's pretty. Sure.
Tired of this feeling...
I went by her house.
She's all alone.
I'm as quiet as a mouse,
Before I chop her to bones.
Drag her in the night.
Rush in the cool air.
I think, "Will everything be alright."
As i continue to pull by her hair.
Take her to the sewer.
Throw her down the hole.
Bury her with black dirt
And pour dirty water.
She's all hidden.
Twenty feet deep.
Won't be jealous anymore.
Because she'll be forever asleep.
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Book of poems
PoetryIMPORTANT NOTE: POEMS IN THE BEGINNING AREN'T AS GREAT AS THE RECENTLY UPDATED ONES!!!!!. Okay so thats out of the way... I'm not emo so don't ask but my feelings just spill on paper... Yeah.. Some are sad and some are happy but that's because life...
