Obsession… Devotion… Illusion…
Blown out of proportion.
Rejection… Sensation… Imagination…
Fighting back emotion.
Envy isn’t the shade of green
I thought I’d bear.
You’re one shade of green.
A leaf tossed by the wind before my eyes.
I will not chase you.
Go on. Dance with the wind.
Maybe one day you’ll be mine,
or you’ll remain
just one shade of green —
never mine, never was, never will be.
You’re one hue in a spectrum,
blown away by the wind.