Category : Poems

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She calls me creepy,
I don't know why.
All because I know everything,
Like how many times she lies.

Yes, I know all her secrets.
But when she looks for me,
I'm hiding, 
Within the lock and key.

Like I said before,
She tries to keep me out.
But I know every window,
I can't help it when I see her pout.

She's filed police reports,
But no one can find me.
So I keep coming back.
All I want to do is see.

I'm not there,
For any bad reasons you see.
Her beauty, her smile,
Got hold of me.

Yes I'm the so-called stocker
Looking at her.
Through windows and holes
I made just for her.

One day I won't have to hide
Because then she'll be mine.
But now I wait, 
For the next time, she brushes my side.