jealous;

Oct 23, 2006 04:42

Sometimes I do wish I didn't get jealous so easily
of what others have and what I don't
like a little child pressing her fingers on the glass of a shop display,  
staring at the pretty dresses inside that she couldn't own.

I had a dream last night,
a dream that I should never have had, about
someone I should never have liked.
He's the doll behind the glass display,
the doll in another girl's hands,
the doll which I could only look at.

The girl turns, and looks at me with a triumphant smile;

I really do wish that I didn't get jealous so easily.

personal, poem

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