A tale of Stalker

Not to be this,

not to be that.

I wanna be yours,

blossoming because of you,
wanna elapse with you.

I wish that winter come back,
shivering and some snow crack.
I walk a little to your lane,
wonder if you can see me.
Hesitating me; knock your doors,
don't know if I can face you?
You open the door and find no one,
unaware of me spying you from a zone.
Disappointing to see you close,
a happy moment for me in a second just gone.

They call me stalker, what does it matter?
I am happy how I love you, that's my chapter.

I though say nothing to you,
I still wanna dial your number.
I think about it ten times
and I end up that feeling being religious.

Your thoughts circling in my mind,
I wonder if I shall stop hiding your photo
beneath my pillow.
Will it make my mind hollow?

I am in chase of my best!

I have no one to report to except me!
Sleepless nights before the day of work.
I learn to observe my wrong doing,
scream loud inside when I fail.
I am not being self centered,
this is the way I progress!
My life is not a competition with the rest,
I am in chase of my best!