The Green Orger
The big green other executed love
He was charged with excessive jealousy.
Don't get me wrong
When we were good we were good.
Much like two peas in a pod that can never be separated,
Because we were stuck together by indestructible glue
That king Kong could not break through.
And when we were bad we were bad.
As a hurricane brezzing through a small valley,
Destroying everything in its sight.
Leaving ruined soil to hold its ruinings.
I needed space,
to miss love again.
That big green wanted to control love
As if he was a king.
Every step, move, decision he had to make.
That was him!
That big green green
Foul smelling orger who I had to let go
Because of his jealous ethics.
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