What paradise

your little world must be

Don’t mind my stare 

as I sit here

enraged with jealousy 

 

I know her well

and I can tell

Carefree- she doesn’t stay

What ignorance 

Her blinded bliss 

Trust me; she learns one day

 

Won't hide my watch

or camouflage 

That girl, she won’t see me

She’s unaware 

that I sit here 

Consumed with such envy

 

Her eyes, they know

nothing of woe

They’re bright, hopeful, and kind

She’s not been told 

what they’ll behold

or of the sorrow, she will find

 

Despite my scorn

I long to warn

This girl of her despair 

Foolish is she

So would I be

To think I could prepare

 

She’ll come undone 

from what’s to come 

now creeping around the bend

It’s then, that my

envy will die

When her paradise does end

 

With each blow

this girl will know

of what her life has in store 

And just when she

thinks she is free

from suffering.. there’s more 

 

Her heart will break

make no mistake 

She’ll endure what most can’t bear 

And that’s when she

will be like me

with a bitter, jealous stare

 

You see, I stare

at this girl here

not through a window's glass 

Not while downtown 

or just around

no, her, I can’t walk past

 

My only view

all I can do

to see her, all I have 

Is my memory 

and jealousy

of myself in this photograph