The Stalker
I creep, I peek.
I see the moments
No one is supposed to see.
I hear the cries
No one is supposed to hear.
I bear the rage
That threatens to consume you,
In silence.
Always in silence.
I sneak, I listen.
I notice the grimace
Hiding behind your smile.
I sift out the hurt
Masked by your laughter.
I observe the scared child
Within your adult shell
From afar.
From so very far away.
I creep, I peek,
I sneak, I listen,
And I love.
But you will never love
Me.
How terribly ironic.
Copyright © 2008 Jarred Lee
1 comment:
I will always love you.... *cough cough* Again Jarred you shock me with how well you put words with other words and make those things with the words and like the other words... Yeah, great job Jarred.
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