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Apr 2016
Every morning at 6 a.m.
I watch you get in the shower
Then you get out, shave and dress
You're at your work within the hour

At noon you leave for lunch
A coke and hotdog down the block
By 1 p.m. you're back at your desk
Doing your job, taking stock

By 5 p.m. you're back at home
Rambling around your lovely house
Grab a snack, watch tv
I stay quiet, like a mouse

At the end of each day
You get ready for bed
Put on your pjs
Tonight they're red

Tonight I'll sneak in
Use the stolen key I keep
Sit at the foot of your bed
Watch you sleep

I watch you
Day and night
Wish you were mine
I'd hold you tight

You dont even know
That I exist
You nearly caught me once
When Your sleeping face, I kissed

You pass me on the street
Without a second glance
Had I the courage,
I'd speak and take a chance

But I never will
So this is what I do
I spend my days and nights
Stalking, watching, loving you
I'm not a stalker to anyone. This is just a poem.
Gidgette
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Gidgette  UnReality
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