Scared to walk down the street
Suspect every person I meet
Terrified as I turn around the corner
Don't feel safe any longer
You are in my eyes if not mind
Like a monster of whatever kind
Waiting for the right moment I'm trapped
To make your move and bring my end
You are my recurring nightmare
Always stepping out of nowhere
Stalking me when I least expect
Never giving me a chance to forget
Sunday, April 5, 2009
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"You are in my eyes if not mind
Like a monster of whatever kind"
SUPERB o_O
:) :*
different! i like it :)
"You are in my eyes if not mind"
i love that too
What should I say then? I see elders on every corner now. :P
Thanks, Amin. :)
Hahaha, the elders are haunting you. >:P
I'm haunting them, in fact. :P
Hahah, nice. :P
wow.. this is such a taunting poem, i love it :)
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