I'm jealous of the rain
That falls upon your skin
It's closer than my hands have been
I'm jealous of the rain
I'm jealous of the wind
That ripples through your clothes
It's closer than your shadow
Oh, I'm jealous of the wind, 'cause

I wished you the best of
All this world could give
And I told you when you left me
There's nothing to forgive

But I always thought you'd come back, tell me all you found was
Heartbreak and misery
It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way
You're happy without me

I'm jealous of the nights
That I don't spend with you
I'm wondering who you lay next to
Oh, I'm jealous of the nights
I'm jealous of the love
Love that was in here
Gone for someone else to share
Oh, I'm jealous of the love
I wished you the best of
All this world could give
And I told you when you left me
There's nothing to forgive

But I always thought you'd come back, tell me all you found was
Heartbreak and misery
It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way
You're happy without me
As I sink in the sand
Watch you slip through my hands
Oh, as I die here another day
'Cause all I do is cry behind this smile

Wild rose, aggressive usurper,
relentless conqueror of attention, quarrels
wants to make me jelous,
pretends  she is nothing but poetry distilled,
stops at every table and whispers:
"He is hard prose, the syntax, I can't grasp"
Unmindful of sly looks from various corners,
that in fact suggest, I had good riddance,
I am concerned about the clutter on my desk,
that escaped my notice during the days I was in that chasm

I was deeply in to Dostoevsky,
my cleansing ritual on such occasions: the Russian masters
when she passed my cubicle she spies Chekhov
lying on my table, waiting his turn
"The lady with the lapdog"* she reads aloud, with suspicion
would she ever understand, what Dostoevsky to me,
would have told?

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Youth On Ecstasy
Written by Elida + Arturo

Tryna get crazy
Tryna get wild
The beach is where we want to go
The air feeling so mild
With our bikini tops and ***** shorts
Meet some guys lets make some noise
Are you down to chill with my girls and I
See how far things can reach inside
(Because Anything goes while on ecstasy)

- It's summertime
Yeah your ***** is on my mind
- It's summertime
Yeah your boy is all mine
- I get it girl, you want to make me jelous
- you can look, but cant touch dofus
Let's smoke up and do some drugs
on a water slide, try not to die
Have some fun yea in the sun
Little tiny pill gets you feeling young yea
Youth on ecstasy
Ex, ex
Ecstasy
Ex,ex
Youth on ecstasy
Yea..wow ...here ..we ..go!..

(instrumental dance beat kicks in)

She called me up
Saying oh baby baby please
Come and meet me
At the beach down the street
She has her girls
I got my boys
I'll be your man
i wont be your toy no
But maybe tonight we could see
Just how fun this ending could be
If we can have hope
If we can  have dreams
Then why not waste it on ecstasy ..!!

Chorus

She's young and fun
But to me she's just another
She's the girl I hate
Cause she can't be my lover
He's the boy I love
Yeah I guess this is what I get
My true feelings come out when
On the pill..oh ****...
Water. ...Slide... Hot. ..Must....
******... Its... Just...Lust.
Smoke. ...Drink. ..Memories...
Pictures. Cheese. Fall asslleeeppp...

You mean so very much to me
You make butterflies spiral up my stomach and flurry around my heart
you make me giggle on the days that my eyes are sore from crying
I love every single part of you
from the freckles around you beautiful brown eyes
from the way your lips seem to have the words “kiss me” written on them in cursive ribbons
but every rose has it’s thorn
You seem to enjoy the daisies
while i enjoy the sunflowers
and no daisy lover shall fall for a child of the sunflower
but when i’m with you, i could care less
the way we love without warning makes Romeo and  Juliet jelous, oh so jealous
i’ve spent the summer away from you, but that doesn’t mean a day goes by that i refuse to think about you
and on this summer journey i noticed something quite strange.
As the sun rose and melted colors of pink, and orange, and yellow into the morning sky
i saw a single sunflower
holding hands with a daisy
and oh how happy they looked
soon the orange, and yellow, and pink transformed into beautiful  cumulus clouds.
and there the daisy sat with that sunflower.
and i don’t think i’ve ever seen something better represent love.

why cant i cry without you being the cause
why cant you leave me
dont try and fix your mistakes
you know my name , not my personality
i show you my fake personality so that i can protect my self from you entirley
your not my mom
you can yell
you can critizize
you can call me names
to everyone else yuor a bad ***
to me you are a lowlife trying tom make herself feel better
i find it amuzing
that you think you can hurt me
that you think im crying because i want to be you
weel im not
im crying because you are so jelous
that your trying to replace my mother
one of the only exzact copys of me
well everytime you call me names
you are just hurting yourself
because i know that i am 3 times younger than you
and still the more respnsible mature reliable trustworthy person
and the only thing important is that i know that
so go ahead try to get me
try to make yourself feel better
because every word
every thought
every smirk
makes me the better person
you cant break my heart because i have a shell
a fake personality
only my blood know the real me
the secrets
the things that would crush you
thank you for making me stronger
thank you for being so low that you make a druggy seem sky high
i was only 10 when we met
but now im only 13 and i feel like im thirty
ready
ready to take on the world
im only a kid
but thanks to you im emotionaly a full grown adult
you need a script
but all i need is my mind
i play it real while you are always trying to be plastic
your blood son already hates you
i hate you
the boys hate you
what more do you want
you drove us away
are you really so low as to drive my dad away to
then the only thing you will haVE
IS A DISGUISE
the only thing youll have
is the lies that you tell everyone
your own mother is under your spell
but im not
im free
on my own
go ahead  do it
lie
because i know the truth

Why do I give so much of my power away when its my beauty that makes life stay
I know
I do myself in, again and again
I know
But is it possible that I've had some sort of help
holding in this type
form of a yelp
I think immaturity is casting your eyes from
the immature side to you
sometimes it feels to be hurt
sometimes it feels to be foolish
to break your own heart
sometimes it feels to be jelous
Sometimes it hurts to be you
because not everyone can see
for all that you have been and feel enternally
can be
not just anyone, if anyone
can crawl into your crawl space
and some dont know marvel at what they find
some kind of different precious jewel
envy is just a curious lense over your beautiful eyes
and does it hurt
to know that this too is part
not of you
but the world for which you were created to play
created to grow
and to delay
you arent yourself darling, you arent yourself darling
and thats okay
because I find you so so so beautiful
and even with those devious sinful
mornful eyes
crying, holding behind
there is a beauty that justifies
so untouched

being a human is acting a foolish runt
but dont despise
no dont despair

its just a rut

from which you were taken
with worldly hands
and cast upon the shadows of the worldly lands
from your home
on those sweeping hillsides
in the tender of a vulnerable, sweet, sweet heart
like sweet cherry juice licked from the palm of a tender loving hand
my sweetheart
to which you've always belonged
always felt at ease
at being at home
you know not of displeasure

yes, being alone

isnt it nice to know what you're not from what you are?
from those feelings that parade their lies
up and down
your comely spine
this fortune reveals your ownly demise


being. so. beautiful.

Their are many thing that I don't know.
I'm not so nieve as to not acknowledge this.
But it would apear as if the wold has forgotten what it's like to be in love.
How sad to think of all that they will sadly miss.

Parents scorn and scold for holding hands, and punish more for even a kiss.
Forgotten are the days of pasion and lust that bring about the only blis.

Jelous friends look upon with disgust and hatered.
their envy glowing green.
When others have what all want most
it's easy to be mean.

I won't let my friends and family tear us apart
and ruin the happiness we have earned.
All i can do is love you with all I have
and hope that my love is equally returned.

When you stare at someone and feel like you are more strong your complete in a way that you cant explain..when all ur problems seem to end when you hear her voice when you find yourself smiling for no reason when you stare at her when sometimes you dream that she will be their with you watching the stars  when a minute cant pass without you thinking of her when you envy or feel jelous when you see another boy talking to her when you become speechles everytime she stares at you just knw that you have fallen.. .nt in a ditch not in a dip hole but in love

The moonlight spills
it's silvered milk
In pools outside my window.
I play the piano in its ambiance
It is her favorite piece
Chopins moonlight sonata.
She promised me
a house full of forevers.
But the jelous gods only smiled.
She has gone now to an illuminated
Place where darkness and pain
do not exist.
I touch the keys as softly
as I once touched her skin
The beautiful melody
floats upwards.
She is behind me now
touching my hair
As I play for her
just like always.
I cannot stop playing
or she will melt
Into the velvet night.
The hours pass unnoticed
and the night is broken
by streams if a golden dawn.
The. Last notes of the melody
Rise above the clouds.
And I know in some far off
world her fingers are spread
on a window
and my music
Is playing in her heart.