Consuming jealousy
I'am jealous of the air you breath, of the soap that
cleanses your body,I'am jealous of the rain that pours
on your face, and the sun that warms your winter days,
I'am jealous of the way you love the flowers and the
vase they wear,I'am jealous of the clothes your bed
wears that can touch every part of your skin,I'am
jealous of the mirror that can see your face every
morning day and night. I'am jealous yes I'am, even
when you let my winds fly free and they traveled
to many seas,I'am still there facing my awe, consuming
my flesh, and my body speaking a language i can't even
comprehend, like a black rose,that lies on a empty
vase, what do you do? when the life you had, is gone
and the one you were living for is no longer there,
what is there left? where do you go, what Doctor can
cure an injured heart,A Doctor love is just a tale,
theres no cure for an injured heart, nor is there
for an empty vase.
Elena Toledo
Copyright ©2007 Elena Toledo
