Isn't It Messed Up How I'm Just Dying To Be Her

by Beautiful Chaos   Nov 27, 2007


She's such a nasty person,
Glossy hate filled lips,
But she's got what I want,
And I can't come to grips.

I don't wish for her money,
Her friends I do not want,
You're the only thing I see,
Eyes so deep they haunt.

Since I heard your words,
Fall from your sweet tongue,
My mind it has been trapped,
Our song it has been sung.

It calls me to your fiery soul,
The one you hide away,
The one you paint upon the page,
And read aloud one day.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Alexandra Jade Brewer

    Amazing, I really enjoyed this poem! You express your feelings really well, and I think many of us have been in that situation before. Again, really amazing job, keep up the great work! :)
    5/5

  • 16 years ago

    by Abu3li

    Wow

    really a nice envious poem

    u dealt with the topic well

  • 16 years ago

    by Pete

    This is a really nice short piece. Filled with so much emotion for so few lines, really expresses your point well.

    I think you put across very well how we all suffer envy (regardless of how just/rational it is) at some point in our lives - it's how we deal with it that matters.

    This is a really nice poem to read over and over again with, what I think, is a very poignant message.

    ~Pete.

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