Jealousy is like an internal, burning fire,
A rage that gradually gets stronger,
The fire spreading into your brain,
And into your heart,
The fire burning your insides until it's raw,
The fire eating at your soul until there is nothing left,
Just this burning, consuming jealousy.
It burns and stings on the inside,
Destroying your inner self,
But the outside is not affected.
The fire spreads and takes over your thoughts,
And when the fire goes out,
The only thing left over is the
Ash covering every inch of your burnt,
Raw mind.
-LV
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Closed Off (a poetry collection)
PoetryWhat is poetry? Poetry is a literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm ----------------------- These are poems all written by me (LV) Warning: some topics can...
