Confessions of a Stalker
From the time new born, sunlight bounces and plays, childishly on your beaming, chocolate flavored, skin,
To the time where the wind waits for you to pass, before blowing your designated, direction,
I watch you.
I do so vigilantly, so cautiously,
As the predator watches his pray,
And not a gawk less than the Shepherd does his flock.
Whenever i cast these longing eyes upon you,
I no longer see only you, except i am now showered by foreign, visions,
Visions of you and i, you and i hand in hand,
Nearing no foreseen end.
Shown to me by the ancestors of cupid,
Reassuringly, shown that you shall be mine,
After all the inevitable is forever undermined.
Before being blinded by that coco skin you wore,
A realization was born; you are my favorite everything.
Be it a thought, daydream or fantasy,
With all cliche-filled, honesty it is indeed true.
One provoking, thought forever clinging,
Evenhandedly clinging to the crests of my right brain,
"The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice"
Now it is safe to say, you are my ripened type.
Sadly though, i still let you kick dust and pass me by,
While our scents waltz in the atmosphere,
Happy as they marry and amalgamate.
But cowardly i let myself let you pass me by,
A teeth-less lion, i am,
Satisfied just by feeding these eyes.
I am a man of no kind of weakness,
That i feel you need to know,
But right now my mind is foggy,
Too misty to concatenate sensible actions or words,
So pardon me for depriving you,
Depriving you of what your knowledge is entitled to,
But as soon as i gain reception upstairs, you'll be the first to know;
I am your number one stalkler,
A.K.A "your future".
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