This poem is for you, shadow whom i wish will let me closer to being in your life.

Do you ever stop your timeless pestering. it's very kind of you to write me a poem, but you are embarasing me by doing so. please stop. i can't believe you have to follow me everywhere and now your choosing to bother me more on the web. haven't you learned your lesson when i slapped you for peaking in my window.

Oh, i am sorry my princess that i am pestering you, but my love for you is immortal. my spying on you through your window was because your beauty lured me to do so and i do not regret doing it to get a glimpse of your beautiful glow. your slap may have hurt, but it;s something i wish could happen again in slow motion because the feeling of your soft finger tips puts me in
in a dreamland like no other.

Your so annoying. i can't believe my aunt wants me to hang out with you.