She Never Noticed Me

“Sitting alone, staring blankly at the floor, my thoughts turn to her….”
What to say? [she is so beautiful, she’d never want me]
Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually] -
Back of the room, her face in a book, her skirt riding high on her thigh
Number one student, top of the class, she exists to no one but me….
What to say? [she is so beautiful, she’d never want me]
Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually]
What to say? [she is so beautiful, she’d never want me]
Who is she? [she says nothing to no one perpetually]
I sometimes notice the bruise on her face, or the swollen lip
And most often
I gaze at the cross which hangs between her breasts…. ‘
So soft and gentle…so beautiful…”
I dream of her….
Playing out scenes in my mind….
I dream of her….
Kissing me gently, caressing….
I must kill her….
She doesn’t want me, she’ll die…
I must kill her….
She can have no one but me! (Here I come!!)
Venturing into the street….
I know where she lives….
I know where her bedroom is….
I know everything about her….
She’ll see-
I’ll show her
She’ll see-
I’ll show her -
Her light is off, but her bedroom door is open,
I can see her…
Legs spread,
I can hear her moans through the window…. “
But there’s something wrong,” ….she gazes at a picture of
Jesus…. Watching her in that room,
I am in love with her….