jealousy is a fatal thing,
At your door it rings,
You let it in, want to or not,
It will burst the door down a lot,
Coming in at the worst possible time,
Just to make you, vigerously rhyme,
About its coming and its charm,
It will not physically harm,
Instead it will trash your emotions while they rot,
Send them on a rampage along with your thoughts,
It will confuse others and flare a spark,
Its easy to see who bears the jealousy mark,
So when your jealous hide it good,
Talk normally, do actions normally, and hide your face in your hood.
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The Blood That Stains The Pages
PoetryThese are just random poems I tend to write when Im feeling depressed
