Stalkers

Have you ever had this extremely awkward feeling? =P Haha...This is the type of thing I write when I can't sleep: Creeper Poetry. =P

Every time I sneak

A peak at you

Your eyes are there to meet mine

In reply.

I turn away

And hide my face

In surprise

And wonder if even when

My head is turned

You're still looking at me

Or if it's just an odd

Coincidence.

Every time I look at you

I feel as if I'm

Indulging in some kind

of sin.

Because I'm not satisfied

Till I know what you look like

Right then.

Maybe it's nothing

Or maybe it's just me

But sometimes I think,

Don't laugh please,

That all of this is rather suspicious.

You and I

Can't deny

There's something going on.

Let's face it,

kay?

Let's accept it, brother,

That you and I

(Oh how to put it?)

Are stalking each other...