Watching

I'll be watching you.
Through all your days, all you do.
All the while I sit and stew.
Knowing that I'm meant for you.
You don't know me, but I know you.

From a distance I sit and watch around the clock.
Knowing one day that we'll f***.
This fate you cannot duck.
I watch you till the day is dead,
dreaming of your lovely head.

I'm watching you, you know it's true.
I only have eyes for you.
Your innocence so true,
I truly long to be with you.
Your eyes so bright.
I bet you're tight.
Your passion gives me such a fright.

I'm watching you, and one day soon.
I'll come get you and lead you to your doom.
Until then I'll be watching you.

poem by Michael McParland
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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