Jealousy Looks Away

Jealousy looks away; and then it's on your back again. Burning deep holes up inside you again. You feel the long strings, that twang off the harp so again that i may. Let us pray and then we can play. And if i can not kiss those red juicy lips, why should he, should i not, i will see you both therein. Say it now too me or else, at night inside so deep, i will plug the well so none may drink. Rage and pink flames shoot in and up, just like he or she that voice inside our head. This or that, whatever head that lays upon, and your slim neck, you said, i remember it all, as you fly off away day after day, on whats left of my wings. Those oinking noises you make with him, are never the same, and how insane they drive me. i can hear them cry and grow moist through, your thin walls. While your forests deep path, upon which we walked, does he know it now the way, and all the hay i baled, and set aside for winters morn. Your smokey face is much too hot, look at it now and how your cup, is so full and fat for whom, i grow so weary here in wait. and how you knew it too, his sun is not yellow and bright like mine, but his wine you swill and grow fat.