She is amazing

It drives him crazy

But still he pretends not to care

About her beautiful golden hair

And yes, you can call him a stalker

He is in love without knowing her name

Might be considered romantic

Some might even think its classic



She knows him enough

As the secret lover and crush

With letters from him hidden in her closet

She hold her own fantasy

Of him appearing from the balcony



There is no such thing

As rules when it comes to love

We play on destiny and trust

Some will loose

Others pay the price

The lucky get a pretty nice life



On Thursday

Like she planned it be

She came to school early to see

To spy, on him , on her secret lover

Throwing letters in her locker

But what she saw

Was not what she held in her fantasy



He played the violin last time

On Christmas and valentine

With grey eyes and strait black hair

Covering his ears but not eyes

He was simply not her type



He noticed he sight

Her staring with wide shocked eyes

Moments of awkwardness

Stepped between them

Both nervous and freaked

In love but not that much

She suddenly moved fast

Showing rejection in her eyes

Snapped the letters

Threw them straight into the trash..





He remembered her harsh words for ever

They were carved deeply in his heart

Remembering how her lips moved as she said:

"Get lost !!!! Polish guy"



It was said that he became a millioner

That she worked at a local bar

That he would stop every once and a while

Ignoring her brown eyes

She had painfully regretted ever since

She had uttered those words

But it was simply too late

To fix her mistake