Monday, November 5, 2007

The Stalker

The stalker walks behind me
                        like a sweet shadow in the night
                        She watches every move I make
                        and imitates my sight

                        She's quiet and reserved
                        ferocious when need be
                        Never leaving my darkness
                        her heart's inside of me

                        She protects my open soul
                        from sorrow and from pain
                        Lurking in and out of my mind
                        I find in her, a friend

                        She calms my fears by screaming
                        as loudly as she can
                        for I don't have the voice to shout
                        and tell you who I am

                        She listens when I'm feeling
                        things that I cannot believe
                        silently she dries my tears
                        as I turn to grieve

                        She reads this as I write to her
                        and truly knows my heart
                        I want to walk beside her

                        so we will never part

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