Why be jealous of what I have
And what you think I have?
When even I do not know
What it is you see.
Why shadow me every day
And move like me
In every way.
All done with hate
And not much love
Envy is an empty vessel.
If I could help you
I’m sure I would
But you’d have to explain
Without being rude
What I have that you think
You want,
Is really easy to see
If you let go of the jealousy,
And come and speak to me.
Categories: Blog, Creative writing, Poem, Poetry
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