Envy
I am beauty
Perfection
Beauty, thy is me
So why, every day
I see her, that demon
With her rosy cheeks
Her brown hair, thy summon
Those feelings, they leak!
And suddenly, I lose myself
In something unknown and strange
Oh, she does not value herself
For those things she should
Her beating, pulsing heart
How it angers me!
That blush, the soft skin
And suddenly, I recognize envy
And I lose myself to something weaker than me,
Rosalie.