envy

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Why can't they be death? Determination in their voice Aware of their choice Their presence makes me a mess
As a child I saw the beauty that was, simply put, not me.   The other little girls in their pretty pink dresses and white ribbons seemed somehow more, better, and I
Be it a single lumen or roaring bonfire, my feelings for him burn purple; Pink (love) + Blue (lust).
You think no one tells me, You think I'll never see, You think I don't have a silent plea,
This is what life really is Not all fairy tales and roses I'm putting down my walls, So you can get a sense of some truth So you can accept it Reflecting on the days that I had it easy
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's ass, For jealousy leads to hate. But damn, she has such a nice, fat ass, And everything else she has is great. 
Dear the worst of me,   Greed... Why are you here? I didn't need all these tears. I didn't need you when i was younger
She is So wild and deep, The forests and oceans, Would be envious of her if, They knew.
He stays awake, eyes staring, At every wanted prize, And all the things, deserving, He knows he's been denied. Green-silver shards of hatred Poison his every thought, And threads of something rage-red
Worthless, you say? Well, Almost, but not quite It takes some grammar To make that right You see, "worthless" Spelling withal, Is declaring you lack any worth at all
I wander throughout the world in a chain of my own making A chain for which I cannot escape A chain that I drag from continent to continent.   I made the chain Link by link
Who is envy?   Is she the green eyed monster of legend or the modern princess, glittering in jewels?   Does she have a smile like cotton candy
I envy the wind,Oh I envy the wind. I envy the soft breeze of the wind,Its tender hold caresses your skin,While I cannot, I am not the wind,I envy the wind.
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Though my stars be dark and my spirit black It is not without reason that you find this lack Of empathy, pity, mercy, or care For others of similar gare.   My stars were darkened by the sun
The others, they'd laugh, they'd snicker. Choosing teams, they'd say, "Don't pick her." Turning red, embarrassed, I stood. I envied them and that's not good.
i can already see a crown on her head everyone loves her even that physics teacher who hates everyone  gives her a smile when she walks in i sit at the back of the class and hate her
   Love is the feeling of sensations. To hold a pain in your heart for someone, To capture that pain- Only making it whole when the lover is present. It is the emptiness in the chest,
I see a strong person. I see a self confident  person. I see a smart person . But what you see Isnt always what really is I am not strong . People look at me with envy  becuse of my grades ,
You may have it all, With your lovely eyes and bashful smile, But all of you won't matter in a while. I've given in to the greater good, And it's time to let it be understood.  
Sometimes I envy those Those stick skinny creatures Some call goddesses Humans, not felines Who walk the cat walk They have two faces, But one body Click, flash, print
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She always had that green eye No one ever knew why Only took her a second to lie Oh you know she was slicker than sly Did whatever she could to reach the top She couldnt be stopped
Your mouth was like poison
I sit in the dark and listen to the sound of laughter and joy but more importantly I hear the LOVE they have with each other.
They kmow not of why they give.
There's a monster. It doesn't live under my bed, Or make the floorboards creak at night. It doesn't tap at the window, Or make eerie sounds. It doesn't cast shadows on the wall, Or grope at my throat.
Some say that bitterness is what broke you, and ripped your seams apart. But whatever it was that consumed you, longing is what lies inside your heart. A longing to be better, is the single thread that binds you.
Envy, that monster that fills our hearts with malice. Its constant spirit of abhorrence, never ending.  Aspirations turned into avarice.
No one ever says the truth
How I envy you, wanderer, how I envy your every move, your every emotion, your every thought. How I envy your paradise to have the stars themselves cover you as you wander eternally. 
Rich green emeralds, rich bright pearls, blood red rubies on pale lace! How rich she was, Oh, Sarafina!   So many fine gems that she carried, so much rich silk did she brandish!
hatred seeps through the streets of the city anger at a wanderer who has done nothing but appear they hate his freedom and lack of care that they must remain bound to daily drugery
  Envy Does It Hurt To Stand Upon A Stage Where Hundreds Of Eyes Beckon You All Seeming So Cold Chills Massaging Your Every Bone It's Hard To Think That You're Not Alone
Eyes of an everlasting sea-blue sky, Greeting my own whenever we two meet I notice them as life passes me by Knowing our next union'll be bittersweet And still those eyes haunt my eternal soul
It is of the deepest muck from which human desperation derives.   When the greatest humidity chokes the air, and daylight dries every upturned stone,
  What goes on in the city From the windows of icy apartments Filled with the eyes of those looking out And those being watched   Can they see us, seeing them Jealousy rushing in our sockets
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You say I lie I clearly can't remember Everyone forgets about me in December Friends quickly turn into enemies toward me No one seems to be talking about anything but me In a cruel way nothing but hidden laughs
Flowers coloured aquamarine, violet, and fuchsia Forests dense with trees Filled with exotic plants of all cultures Alluring dark green, the colour of algae, ivy Slightly overgrown
Your brown eyes enchant me While My insides haunt me With wings of butterflies flapping around Breaking the spider webs for a new era My thoughts provoke me to say shut-up While my heart is whispering speak up
I envy the sheets that wrap and twist around you. I envy the pillow where you rest your head. I envy the floorboards to which you whisper your sleeping secrets and that catch your seldom tears.
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