At the moment,
to have true friendship,
to care and share thoughts,
holding the hand like a family,
and those bombastic eyes,
from fake friends in my life,
only brings the dark jealousy.
I sit at a ginormous table with all the friends and family
My plus one seat left vacant
I know both the bride and the groom
So where would I sit
It didn’t really matter I guess
Because either side I'd sit on id still be there alone
Watching the love they have and always have had
The day dreaming is abruptly interrupted
as it is time for the toasts
I try to suppress my laughter when I think about how
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(A Ballad.)
When the lark is at rest, in her grass-woven nest,
And the lapwing at even is seeking her home ;
When the last light of day is just dying away,
And the ring-plover's sleeping among the green broom,
And the plover sleeps in the green broom.
When silence prevails o'er the hills and the dales.
And day with its noise and its labour is o'er.
O then comes a sound, which makes my heart bound.
......
Mother's there, her eyes are bright,
Papa's beaming by her side,
And in her arms, a bright delight
Baby brother, little bro.
A picture hanging on the wall
Band-Aids plastered after a fall,
Mother's there to cure it all,
And baby brother, little bro
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Listen out across the room
To others' conversations
They seem to flow so sweet and free
Nothing like my emotions
Jealous of the way they speak
With confidence and humor
As though they know their priorities
Of which mine, I'm never sure
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Jealousy is not the portion of the unsuccessful alone;
even the prosperous are consumed with envy.
Jealousy is not the lot of the poor;
even the wealthy are corrupted with spite.
Jealousy is not the flaw of the worldly alone;
even the religious carry it behind sacred veils.
Jealousy is not the preserve of the unlearned;
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“The song of songs, which is Solomon's. . . .” Song of Solomon, O.T.
Hark! Hear the song of Solomon - remain here awhile.
I am dark but comely, made more so by my smile.
Glance not upon me because I am black of skin;
the sun looked hard upon my people and my kin.
Keepers of their vineyards they forced my roots to be;
time not for vineyards of their own while in slavery.
Tell me, you whom my soul so loves, am I your love as well?
Is my joy yours; are you struck by the dart from which I fell?
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At the moment,
to have true friendship,
to care and share thoughts,
holding the hand like a family,
and those bombastic eyes,
from fake friends in my life,
only brings the dark jealousy.
The more you envy,
The better will I become,
It sounds strange although.
Mate at the back of the class, hoping this feeling won’t last
Just for once
To be like them. With their Swan necks
Long legs
Never out of breath
Warm smiles. Dead behind the eyes
A litany of sins
All ready to repent
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