Jealous Me, Jealous You

Well jealousy is a sorry state of affairs
they say if you love someone you’ll trust
them completely or it’ll destroy the very
foundation of any relationship and I know
oh boy do I know I mean just look at us
jealousy has always been a big problem
for us, just a matter of trust for me and you
maybe the love we thought we had wasn’t
love at all and time is taking its toll on us
nothing left but heartbreak for me and you
‘cuz jealous are we two, it’s sad but it’s true
it has always been JEALOUS ME,
So where are the reasons why it should be
a shameful emotion we should entertain
oh well it’s such a shame, such a crying
shame, I try not to let your coming and goings
worry my heart so but I just can’t live like this
anymore, you’d think I’d be more open minded
by the way you question me to death about
who was that on the phone, who were you
talking to…
Well without trust our relationship is doomed
and I feel it coming sooner now than later, we
just can’t go on this way not trusting each other
since the very beginning jealousy has been a
problem, a big, big problem for me and you
where is the reasons why, JEALOUS ME,
JEALOUS YOU, jealous, jealous are we two

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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