He see's me through dark,
I see him through shadows.
Who is he?
I see him deep in the city,
He see's me through the shops.
Who is he?
He see's me in the streets,
I see him under the street light.
Who is he?
I see him outside my house,
He glances through my window.
Still, who is he?
I see he is my stalker,
And I his lover.
He loves me and shall till death,
But I shall never be his.
Because, who is he?
We, together upfront,
I see him.
I starring,
And he smirking through his hood.
I am in awe.
I see him.
He see's me.
I know.
I know who he is.
He loves me,
And I him.
I love him.
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PoetryRandom poems, quotes and soppy shit about anything. I love to write poems, quotes and I'm a sad person, so soppy shit too.I thought why not add them to my wattpad and let others enjoy reading as I do writing.
