She's amazing.
Words seem to flow so rhythmically off her lips.
It's not fair
How her words can be spoken with such passion.
The horrid truth...I'm jealous.
Me, jealous?
As the beauty and secrecy fades from my eyes, the tears fall against the pages.
I can feel the warmth,
My blood rushing throughout my motionless limbs.
As I turn envy green
All I can think is,
Why not me?

01/06/2002

Posted on 01/06/2002
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