Poetry - Emotions

It's colour is like Cadbury purple,
It's aroma is like a stench of gone off cheese left for a thousand
years.
In my mouth it tastes like the sea
salt cascading,

It looks like harsh knifes with an eager rose just waiting to be seen.
Echoing moans and groans swim around my head,

it feels like pins and needles stabbing in your feet angrily,

That's what jealousy is.

by Beth