In the silent room where shadows play,
A whisper of envy begins to sway.
It dances softly in the night,
Casting its spell in the pale moonlight.
With eyes that see what isnât mine,
I trace the lines that intertwine.
The heart beats heavy with quiet sighs,
As jealousy weaves its dark disguise.
Longing for what others embrace,
I wander through this endless chase.
Caught in a web of silent screams,
Where all is not quite as it seems.
Yet in the dawn, when night retreats,
I seek the peace where envy meets.
A gentle hope that breaks the chain,
And frees the heart from jealous pain.