i’m jealous of the pale, white moon,
who gets to be the one to see you sleep,
all night long.
i’m jealous of the morning sun,
who gets to be the one,
to first see you awake.
i’m jealous of the coffee cup,
who gets to be the first one,
to kiss your sleepy lips apart.
and i’m jealous of your pillows,
who gets to be hugged,
against your body,
all the damn time.
yes. i’m jealous. why? because she’s beautiful, and well, i’m just, plain old me.
i hope someone in this whole, wide, vast world of a seven billion odd people will truly feel like this about me… then I can stop asking people this question all the time.
*smiles a wistful smile.*
hey, a girl can dream.