The ugliness of jealousy
has no soul itself.
It brings you down
with hatred itself.
It screams deeply with thoughts
of unforgiving intentions.
It screams for wild birds with no passion.
Interaction that has no
diversion of dimensions.
Enter the line of space...
lost hearts
with a pinch of suffocation.
It doesn't forgive the lost heart,
it only forgives the lonesome
of recognition of life above doves.

"THAT'S MY JEALOUS."
Tell me yours on comment.
Don't try to hide your dark heart or it will come out as a lost chapter of life.