They say envy turns you green,
But for me, I disagree.
Envy is red,
The color of romance.
I envy your shirt,
It constantly gets to caress your body.
I envy your cigarettes,
Constantly at your lips.
I envy the words that you speak,
For they are much more beautiful than I.
I envy the ground you walk upon,
For I want to be the only thing pleading at your feet.
I envy your phone.
Constantly at your fingertips,
Caressing your cheek.
You speak into it,
And I hear "I love you."
I envy whomever lurks on the other side.
I envy your pillows,
Because I know you cuddle with them when I am not there.
I envy your necklace,
For it is constantly closer to your heart than I'll ever be.
I envy the medicine that you take,
For I want to be what takes your pain away.
You tell your tales,
And I am envious of your past.
Mostly because I am absent from your memories.
They say envy turns you green,
But for me, I disagree.
Envy has no color.
Only silhouettes.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 3:15 AM UTC
They say envy turns you green,
But for me, I disagree.
Envy is red,
The color of romance.
I envy your shirt,
It constantly gets to caress your body.
I envy your cigarettes,
Constantly at your lips.
I envy the words that you speak,
For they are much more beautiful than I.
I envy the ground you walk upon,
For I want to be the only thing pleading at your feet.
I envy your phone.
Constantly at your fingertips,
Caressing your cheek.
You speak into it,
And I hear "I love you."
I envy whomever lurks on the other side.
I envy your pillows,
Because I know you cuddle with them when I am not there.
I envy your necklace,
For it is constantly closer to your heart than I'll ever be.
I envy the medicine that you take,
For I want to be what takes your pain away.
You tell your tales,
And I am envious of your past.
Mostly because I am absent from your memories.
They say envy turns you green,
But for me, I disagree.
Envy has no color.
Only silhouettes.
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