My eyes are beginning to turn green, <br />Taken by the monster, Jealousy, <br />Though brown they've always been, <br />They're turning green you see. <br /> <br />I want what is not mine; <br />Adoration that makes me melt. <br />So jealousy, on me will dine. <br />And strangle me with its' belt. <br /> <br />But if I obtained love you see, <br />It would not, could not last long, <br />By summer I'd just be me, <br />Alone, My pain to prolong. <br /> <br />My eyes are turning green, <br />For I long to have love, <br />Be a picture that's serene, <br />But I cannot take thereof.<br /><br />Megan Frame<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jealousy-66/
