LenaMia by I.E Morgan

Resisting the aqueous solution
From forming its current in my eyes
Envy forms as I envision them
Performing the act I wanted to star in
To play with close convictions
And pure intentions.

She stole my wife to be
The pain forces me to cry
When I cannot hold her

We share a thread
Small and significant
She doesn’t know…
I want to hold her
And for her to hold me

The pain fills my heart
As I cry
Inside I scream
Is this even right?

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