Jealousy
Is hell
Because I do not enjoy
Myself,
And well
I enjoy all of you-
You
With your smooth moves
Perky and peachy attitudes
Teach me
To be as sweet
As you-

Beautiful
Can be cruel
Not like it is on tv,
Or beside me
Everyone shining,
Smiling,
While my smile feels
Like hiding
Under this wax mask
A painted canvus
Of pale and black
Don't look at me
I'm a heartattack
A bad act-
Broken glass
Of a painted doll

I am a leo lioness
Right?
Righteous-
Your hieness
Sparkles on my eyelids
But you see
I have enough pride
To hide it-
Its priceless,
Really hillarious
Sometimes I feel
Like a bad *****
But I'm none of this
I am the pray,
The gazelle in the grass
But I am also the lion
Waiting to attack myself

Because you see,

Jealousy
Is hell,
I am the lion
I am the gazelle
I am heaven and hell
In a vessle of myself
See what you will,
Your critiques are nothing
My only enemy is me
My only savior is me
I am a lion
But I am also
A sheep

Don't look at me

Sometimes I cry in the mirror
Blink my mascara tears,
Blurry mess-
Can't fit in my old dresses
Tearing apart at the seams,
Literally
Filthy
Famish
Crawled out of my skin
And made some bad habits
Declining wealth
Declining health
Laughing as the scales tip-
After all I am a person,
Not permanent
Why should I care

Oh,
But I do

I do when I look at you
You with your talented hands
With your spider lashes
And good moods
Teach me to feel
As good
As you
My lipstick smears and screams
As the paintings on my face mock me
So will my body,
My body thats bruised
And missused
Perfume to cover the *****
They'll see my cherry lips move
But they won't hear me talking
Its perfect,
The mask of confidence
My incompetence
Is a perfect fit

No, really

Its lovely
When I wear it,
People love me!
Because people think
I love myself
No
Jealousy
Is hell,
Beacuse I do not
Love myself
I love everybody else,
Even the ones who
Say I am full of it,
Selfish leo,
Selfish lion
Exaggerated ego-
Winking eyelids
Sparkle,
Wings to my forehead-
I flaunt
What I don't want,
Because you want me to
You want me
To love me
Like you do

All of you

I remember the words
From my mother,
Jealousy
Is not a pretty color-
Its crimson red,
Exposed
Like blood,
I've had to sew it up
No-
Don't look here
Not at my guts,
Look at my eyelids
Are these not enough?!?!
These cherry lips
Tell you to sush
Less of a lioness,
More of a cub
I know
I am my own predator
My own pray

I am

All of the above

Outside our inside references
I have no escapes.
They even came by last night
And took my sour grapes.

Laughs with me and smiles but turns around and plans and plots
but I am not weary
I'm prepared for what she's got

I feel no fear just pity and regret
that I let her in my life,never to forget
but weary am I not
for what plans she has got

I may be soft and forgiving but my mind is focused and sure
I may be a rose but my thorns will *****
I may be a doormat,everyone just does with my feelings and heart what they wish but I have always won she just cannot get me down

Jalousy does not consume me,nor does hate
and this is what makes me strong
the wicked witch cannot enchant me for her evil magic to me is gone


Her powers are invain
she goes half insain
when I beat her at her own game
but it's a shame that to hurt me is her aim
for I am the horror of her  world
me?this delicate but yet unbreakable girl!

Forced to have to get along with someone so devious
it's so pythetic and way more hillarious!!!
She will offer me the apple and I will pretend to consume but little does she know,I am her total doom!!!

The devil's promise is all
I can remember
about our lovely summer.

So many midnights in
Rome running around
waiting for stars
that would never
show up on time.

All our confused illusions
painting a new sceen in
such an ancient place,
as we laughed with such
tenacity in the streets,
only to smile at all the
strange faces frozen in
that hillarious horror.

Or that afternoon
we were sitting outside
sipping coffee a little
too bitter, and that mad
man walked up to you
with his cryptic message;

"Watch out when she
cries, love never
causes tears so
perfect."

When we just looked
at each other in
confused amazement;
what exactly did
he mean anyway?

The memory book is
covered in a velvet
crush plum color that
reminds me of the shirt
you wore on the plane
trip home.

As hot as the sun was
and long as the days were,
I hope you still think
of it as fondly as I do;

Honestly and truly I
am pretty sure we
fell in love that strawberry

summer...

Matter Of Heart
My love let me explore who has taken my heart
Its an incredible experience to be with stranger
Now I am in sync with some one with part to part
What an hillarious state of but strange danger
Passion and sentiments are in bloom to feelings
I feel you all around in a state of real surprise
Your charms and graces surpass in love dealings
In this love surprise how can I be more wise
Let enjoy the moments before they totally slip
Life is too short to handle details of real love
Let us be from heart to heart and from lip to lip
Let us grace our wonderful destiny from above
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright Sept 2020 Love Remains

Socialist Sad's are what
they are known as, just
look are the difference
between Joe Bidet and
Donny T night and day.

Joe Sad would turn milk
sour, just like Hillarious
with her undertakers face
and an exposed soul full
of Mortal and Venial sins.