•3• Jealousy

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Her painting was perfect,
On us, it had some unearthly effect;
All these tones in me I kept
Slowly toward my throat, they crept;

It was poison - I knew it,
It was burning - I knew every bit;
I knew how short-of-breath I became,
I was buried under the debris of my fake fame;

When everyone was praising her,
I saw how mesmerized everyone were;
I couldn't control this burning flame,
So, I threw red on her frame.

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My eyes narrow and I step back,
My figure seems to crack,
I turn around and sprint
Toward somewhere I don't see any Scarlet tint;

I run and run until I can't,
My heart wants to weep as well as rant;
Tears blur my vision,
As I fall to my knees in a dreadful collision;

It's almost like I'm losing my heartbeat,
This feeling pokes more than any defeat;
With no traces of any ecstasy
My guts reclaim this dormant jealousy.

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Dedicated to Janelle4597

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