Jealousy
I hate them with such zeal
For feeling what I cannot feel.
I hate their smiles, I hate their laughs!
I'd like to beat them with a thousand staffs.
When he touches her cheek, I feel quite ill
Please, my guts, do not spill!
They steal a kiss and slyly smile
I find their affections vile.
Though deep inside, its not hate
Just impatience on having to wait.
For feeling what I cannot feel.
I hate their smiles, I hate their laughs!
I'd like to beat them with a thousand staffs.
When he touches her cheek, I feel quite ill
Please, my guts, do not spill!
They steal a kiss and slyly smile
I find their affections vile.
Though deep inside, its not hate
Just impatience on having to wait.
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