theenemy'sdesire.

To crave what is unreachable, the gift that keeps giving an outpour of envy. A busom friend stands at my side but gazes from afar to see only what she covets with a devilish seal. She begins to obtain what only could be considered an inferior copy of my original. With love I am endowed but a constant hanker forms behind my conscience reminding me an indiviual can not only be fathomed but soon prosecuted. Although the cruel intentions that begin to grow out of pride begin demonizing the beloved link between a pair are the mere victims of my own arrogance, to help it I cannot. To be aware is a blessing one realizes as they are.