I’m jealous of how the wind gets to touch you.
While all I want to do is to run my hands though your hair.
I’m jealous of the surface you stand on.
How you gently tread on it..
I wish it could be me recieving those kisses.
I’m jealous of the sun light that heats you up.
While all I wish is your skin against mine generating warmth.
Maybe this is the only time I’ll admit
I am jealous.
Maybe all I want is you or maybe I want the imagined version of you.