Wind: My Enemy

The air blows as always

With all it's freedom

And I feel envious about it

My jealousy burns me within.

It can touch you

Flowing the gap of your lips

Leaning her head on your shoulder

And doing everything I can't do.

I feel jealous of the air

Crossing the gaps of your fingers

A wish I have always wished for

To hug you tighter

Which is quite easy

For the freely flowing wind.

Caressing your hair and playing with it

Was one of my great fantasy

The wind does it with ease

And I quite covetous.

Everything I dream of

The flurry does it with ease

Her presence with you

Smokes me from within.