The Green Lady by Nicole Assenza The green lady smiles on the inside Her black amusements Include The tearing of paper-thin hopes My jealousy is beautiful With wild emerald eyes Her laugh a sickly ooze From the cauldron of despair Inflicted with leprosy Of the heart The green lady Who used to be Known As Love 12/28/2005 Author's Note: This was so easy to write, it wrote itself. Posted on 12/28/2005 Copyright © 2025 Nicole Assenza Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 12/28/05 at 07:37 PM I wish I could bottle the essence of those that quite nearly write themselves....and use it when I'm sitting, dead-minded at 3:14 AM. Spontinaity shows here! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)