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I wouldn't call it jealousy.
The way you hold her.
The way you touch her.
The way you kiss her.
The way your heart is blind to all of her inperfections.
The way you speak to her that's different to the way you talk to me.
The way she's everything to you.
The way you talk about her without knowing she's all you ever talk about.
But she'll never love you as much as I do.
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Comments
Tragic State Of Mind Says:
SCARY BISCUITS o3o
Heero69 Says:
lots of greatness and truth hidden in that poem O3O
unspoken ness Says:
Sooooooooo truthful. o3o
-starts singing "Jealousy" by Paris Hilton- X~x
Kori Says:
Awww..I hate when this kinda stuff happens. Oh well. Nothing left to do at moments like this is to get up, pick up your own pieces and attempt to move on.
PenguinTamer Says:
Nice poem.
monicachaloupka Says:
lol describes how a new gf feels lol
c o t t o n i e Says:
You got that emotion down in text perfect.
Char4u Says:
T.T BEST POEM EVER! *claps*
Eel Nadroj Says:
One of the best poems I have read. I love this line "But she'll never love you as much as I do."
kitty eared girl Says:
well said. Its simple, but it screams volumes to all who have ever had a crush on a taken heart.