It would be crazy of me
not to be jealous
of the sun kissing your skin,
the cigarette between your lips
of the chair you're sitting in
and the way you're
being hugged by the wind

YOU ARE READING
Ink and Tears
PuisiPoems I wrote with a bleeding pen and a bleeding heart. Pages soaked in tears and words I write while being ripped apart.
jealous
It would be crazy of me
not to be jealous
of the sun kissing your skin,
the cigarette between your lips
of the chair you're sitting in
and the way you're
being hugged by the wind