My Stalker

I see him watching me at school,
I did not notice, I'm such a fool.
He plays soccer where I play,
starring at me during the day.

His eyes are so cute,
but his mouth is on mute.
and i see him everywhere.
now I guess I am so used to this
that I don't really care.

He may just like me, I might like him,
if only I knew more.
He seems so sweet, and very shy,
but he keeps closing the open door.

He, is my stalker but I love him.

poem by Lucero Sanchez
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