Stalker

by Brett Rodgers   Mar 6, 2008


Just out of reach.
Just out of sight.
Deciding upon,
Your impending plight.

Watching you sleep.
Bundled up tight.
Unable to contain,
His immense delight.

Always there.
Never in sight.
Leaving you hints,
Ever so slight.

Following you home.
Turn left and turn right.
Until you vanish,
In the dead of night.

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