I am jealous,
Jealous of the moon that gets to see you at night,
Just before you fall asleep,
Jealous that that's the last thing you would see and sleep,
Jealous that you can feel the moon's coldness just before you sleep,
And afraid that the calm mon will take away my right of soothing you down.
I am jealous,
Also of the sun that gets to see you as soon as it wakes,
Jealous that it's rays is the first thing that you feel,
And I hate the fact that sun gets to see you for a much much longer time than me,
And angry that it is the sun that tells you of a beautiful day ahead and not me.
-Sp
