Envy

I wish my poems sounded like hers

For when she reads my soul it stirs

It reaches out towards her light

Snatches and stows it out of sight

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I want her clothes - not out of spite

But cause they'd look better on me

Besides, such luxury's my right

And I deserve it more than she

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Who walks in shoes she has not earnt

And flaunts the wealth which I have not

So meeting me's a lesson learnt

Sleep for a sec, I'll take your spot

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Her green eyes meet their mirror - mine

Her knowing smile's my sacred sign

An apple's in her outstretched hand

Between my fingers slips the sand

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This is the sixth in a series of seven poems on the Seven Deadly Sins; if you're interested, you can find the other six here: Pride, Lust, Wrath, Sloth, Gluttony, Greed.