He watches her and he listens in
On all of her conversations
Shes depressed again
He aches to hug her tight,
Hold her close,
He wants to promise her the world,
And tell her he loves her,
They need to be together,
But there she sits,
Distant from him,
Sipping her coffee
As her tear drops spill
Apon her open poetry book
Can she read the words
Through her teary eyes?
She doesn't care.
She isn't reading anyway
He watched her more closely
Does he know her?
Yes.
Does she know him?
No.
Have they met?
No.
He's in love with the perfect,
Perfect Stranger.
She crys more rapidly now
Deeper sobs,
Hiding her sadness,
But failing to do so.
Why does she cry?
He doesn't know.
She doesn't know.
Just another sad poem..
She wants a stalker
She leaves her doors unlocked
Never has a second thought
The only thing left in her house
Is the couch
Content with her possesions
She keeps a steady job
But she's lonely
And desperate for a heart throb
She feels but numb,
Open,
Weak.
Silently rejected,
Nothing but Unique
She's different and questioned
But never clasped and held
She's been in hate once before,
Tastes how it had felt.