• They say I am a Stalker
    But is that really fair?
    When you are every feeling
    every thought and everywhere?

    I don't want to be a stalker
    It was never my intention
    Still I write these stupid poems
    For some mental Intervention

    But they're all about you
    Its very frustrating
    You're sitting unaware
    Of the monster you're creating

    And every word you say
    Is silently recorded
    Imprisoned in my mind
    With other thoughts of you I've hoarded

    What makes you so special?
    Your despairingly depth-less
    But still my feelings for you
    Weigh me down like a necklace