I am jealous of who I was
The cold wind blows outside, and little works of art knock at my window wanting to come in jealous of the warmth inside my room. but they don't know it is cold inside my heart I remember when long ago I had love and smiles and faith and the noises of the storm brought us closer, brought me home to a place of peace and warmth where the doubts were scarce and none. I am jealous of who I was then..... wish I could go back to that time Sign in to see full entry.