S.T.A.L.K.E.R

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I watched as she oiled her nice, soft skin,

I saw when she gathered her hair and oh how that made me grin,

I liked that blue shoe she would wear on Tuesdays,

But I rather the red ones she wore on Thursdays,

Her eyes delicately crying blue,

From behind her I looked and she had no clue,

Of course I was in the line when she ordered lunch,

How else would I know what she loved to munch,

-Years later we got married and I was her honey bunch-

Who am I kidding, she didn't choose me, she choose him,

Mondays were the best days; she went swimming,

Her delicate physique, her light brown skin,

But she was always there with him!

She was mine! I think...

Wasn't she?

I mean even though I knew her longer than she knew me,

So I did it.

-It was Friday that I did it- that I took care of him,

But let us just say he soon took for the wind,

I'm not a stalker you see, so why are you convicting me?

Especially on a Wednesday- Did you know today is her birthday?

I bet she's going to be at 'The Cheese Cake Factory'; she loved that,

I would have made a great husband; I know that for a fact!

I would have made her happy; if only she took the time to know me.


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A/n

Guys!!!!!!! So our stalker is young and handsome, he's a bit crazy but madly obsessed with loving you, so he killed your man so he could get you for himself, would you give him a chance???? or would you send his ass to prison for killing your man??

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Just let me know what you would do! 😁😁As always,

Love,

Rodainr  

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