Feb 2019
There is a boy whose name is grain,
In a place of mental pain,
And he sits across the room,
And he looks at me.
There is a boy named grain
In a place full of pain
And he sits across the room,
And he watches me.
There is a boy who is grain,
In school
And sits across the room,
And he stares at me.
A boy called grain,
In school,
And sits across the room,
And he stalks me.
Grain who is a boy,
In school,
Sits across the room,
And has pictures of me
Grain,
In school,
Across from me,
Annoys me.
In a place of mental pain,
And he sits across the room,
And he looks at me.
There is a boy named grain
In a place full of pain
And he sits across the room,
And he watches me.
There is a boy who is grain,
In school
And sits across the room,
And he stares at me.
A boy called grain,
In school,
And sits across the room,
And he stalks me.
Grain who is a boy,
In school,
Sits across the room,
And has pictures of me
Grain,
In school,
Across from me,
Annoys me.
I have a bit of a stalker issue, this is twice that I’ve been stalked, the first time that I know him personally. People don’t like him, I thought it was wrong, I became his friend, he became infatuated.
