She's Jealous

Jealousy

She is jealous, jealous of what?

It could not be my dainty walk

The way I look or I how I talk

It could never be my dreamy eyes

Neither my cute face nor my sexy thighs

 

She is jealous, jealous of what?

It couldn't be my lovely smile

My eloquent speech or my unique smile

It could never be my one of a kind personality

Or that her boyfriend’s dream is having me in reality.

 

She is jealous, jealous of what?

My walk

My talk

My eyes

My thighs

My smile

My style

My personality

Face it if that’s what she is jealous of

Then she is jealous of reality.

 

Reviews

[Emily]

I like the way your poem flows nicely, well done:)

[Anika Morris]

Thank you Emily

[Emily]

You're welcome