My Envy Poem by Laura arwen

My Envy



The envy is
so dangerous that
makes you see
things in the
wrong way
I'm furious to
be envious
My envy intimidates
me
I do not
have to flaunt
my envy
I envy people
who buy a
lot of things
on the cheap
The envy can
kill because it
is corrosive
The envy is
something that ruin
your life forever

and permanently
The laziness makes
me blind and
furious
My envy is
for who saves
money everyday
I envy those
who have a
beautiful and impeccable
house
The envy can
be seductive and
sometimes rewarding
Sometimes it is
annoying feeling envy
for others
In some occasion
I'm grate to
my envy because
it spurs me
to want and
do more
My envy is
satisfied when I
have the totally
control on the
things I have
around
My envy is
very dangerous

Friday, December 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: envy
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