​BEAUTIFUL STALKER

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Saturday mornings,

My favourite time to kill

I crouch in the undergrowth 

Watching, waiting

Then he comes along,

Tall, muscular,handsome

My type of man

He jogs by, 

His every Saturday jog

Humming his favourite song, 

A routine I have come to know

I jog along

He turns,

Waves, 

I wave back,

Chuckle,

Little did he know,

I let him relish it

His last Saturday jog.

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9 Comments

  1. racheltobe
    January 28, 2017
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    Wow
    it’s goooood

  2. Arene
    January 28, 2017
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    Nice poem but I think it’s incomplete. Ended too abruptly.

  3. Jon
    January 28, 2017
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    Thumbs up

  4. olorunfemii
    January 28, 2017
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    There’s supposed to be a continuation but I’ve not gotten around to writing it.

  5. The Farmer
    January 28, 2017
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    Great poem!!

  6. Adeyinka
    January 28, 2017
    Reply

    Nice poem but just needs a better finishing. 4 stars

  7. racheltobe
    January 28, 2017
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    Beautiful poem. I won’t totally agree with u saying the end was abrupt, just say u want more… it’s the whole idea.. to make u ask for more… stay tuned 💟💟

  8. FAITH FECKY
    January 29, 2017
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    I want more 😁

  9. mharcy
    January 29, 2017
    Reply

    I want more too

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