Stalker

I lurk as a stalker unknown in the dark. Waiting for you to come around the corner so I can set my mark. I follow you down the oh-so-familiar street, Knowing every knick and cranny and when not to take peeks. I know where you live, where you work, and all your friends. I know when you broke up with your girlfriend and how long it takes for your heart to mend. I know your number, I've called it time and time again. Just thinking about that one day when I can call and begin, A conversation that I hope won't end, that'll draw my secret love in. People call it an obsession but what they do not see, is that you were made to love only me. But I fear to tell you that I want you because you may think differently. Probably make you think a thought like..."Why Da Hell Is this gurl stalkin me?" I show up at your window late every night, Just to secretly tuck you in goodnight. If I can't have you then nobody else can. You're my man and I'm secretly your woman. I hunt you down and see with other women I'm driven with jealousy/rage. At the end of the day, pictures of you are placed on a photo album page. Longing for you and wondering why I do so, I can only ever dream of holding you close. One Day our love will grow for each other, and a song we'll eventually compose. But until that day, I'll sit and wait for your love...you're unpredictable nobody really knows. Sitting at my windowsill, watching you pass by. I think of how I don't even exist to you in this world...and I cry. LaLa Curse & Dre