Why haven't you been writing lately? Because I miss walking at the park Passing by your house Looking at you through the window of your room So preoccupied So absorbed.
Your soul is shrunken into the end tip of a pen and you let it dance on the paper to the rhythm of your words and later fathomed into magnificent poems
But I've found the reason on a yellow Post-It in a secret compartment of a music box left at my doorstep
It says, "Pardon me but you've been interrupting my train of thoughts quite often lately. How about scones and tea after three, just you and me?" with your initials signed
The reason is me* and somehow I'm happy
the love of a stalker lol this is written roughly so-