Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2018
You'll never see my face,
but I'll be there.
You'll never hear my voice,
but I'll be listening.

When you pick up that letter,
and read "I'm always watching you,
I'm right behind you."
You somehow look right past me
and ask yourself "Where? Where?!"

But don't worry,
I'll have your back.

Don't worry about that murderer
living next door to you.
I'll take care of him next,
you won't see him for long.

And when the day comes
when you have to move.
Don't worry, I'll find you again.
Raiven Pryde
Written by
Raiven Pryde  21/M
(21/M)   
88
     Fawn and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems