It doesn't matter what I do, I end up thinking about you. Can't get you out of my mind, you are always out of line; don't worry, is needless to go straight, trust me, I like it that way.
Is kind of rebel your attitude, but do I think is your attribute, for all you are insane, I don't mind playing your game.
When I see your face, it light up my day, is hard to remember that your's are so grey, but I feel excitement either way; many is what I've gone through, to change it just takes a glimpse of you. What would I do to feel me next to you? Yes, I will be trembling, I can relate in confusion, I'll probably need retribution.
You're so far of my reach, when it comes to reality, I am in doubt and in deeper agony. Why do I desire you? I know is wrong; you have no idea of how much I want to devour you.
I'm not the type to run, just took steps to second base, I did hit a Home-Run, but don't want to play it safe. Hiding is my flaw, I have to admit, is one more reason to why I love hide-and-seek; boredom succumbs me when you are not around, you really are my homebound.
To this letter I end with a prayer, for the day I aspire to meet you, treat me well with the best of you; is not easy, I can understand, let's work for it together, since we are exactly the same.
YOU ARE READING
To Oh Sangwoo
PoetryOne of my favorite manhwa is Killing Stallking, Sangwoo is a psychopath while Bum is a Stalker, but with this two a love story with some horror is made. I just created a poetry story by the eyes of Bum. (Is not finished yet but I'll keep publishing)