Looking through your window,
Starting to feel strange.
I know everything about you,
But you don’t know my name.
Watch you from a distance,
You don’t know I exist.
I’ve become a creeper now,
Some may say obsessed.
Yes I watch your every move,
I see when you get dressed.
I was with you on your vacation,
And Friday night with your friends.
Will you ever notice,
I’ve been watching you?
Will you ever see me,
Through the lens I view you?
3 comments
I very much like. Very interesting and deep. I like the vernacular.
I like it. she will see you someday.
I try hard not to look to any paasing reflexive surface, sometimes, when I do it by mistake, it surprises me a lot how I look. I do look into the mirror in the morning, trying not to catch the wholepictire but just to check everything is ok and that I won’t call too much attention because I have a nest of hair over my head hehe.
But I was wondering what side of the mirror is missing the attention of the other… or what part of me is… the one I show the world or the one I keep inside…
Nice poem 🙂