Sadness breaths,
Sadness lives.
When the jealousy within me,
Awakens and lives.
When love is rejected,
And you are spurned,
The jealousy lives.
When your comrade,
Is the one chosen,
And you are forsaken,
After all you did,
The jealousy lives on,
Mine forever to hold,
Forever to keep,
It lives.
YOU ARE READING
Beside You He Walks
PoetryWhen I write, I feel like a wolf, Howling to the moon. When someone reads, I feel like they too, Are a wolf, howling to the moon. And although we are world's apart, We are together still-- A pack of wolves, Howling to the moon.
