I'm a dying psychotic in a psychiatric ward,
obsessed with your hazel brown eyes
and your red cherry lips...
I'm much more than a fan...
but not a stalker,
yet I love you at a distance
which somehow satisfied my desires for you...
to be near me, to talk to me,
and to accompany me until that day
when all the leaves of the tree had fallen upon the ground.
My obsession to look at you
resulted in my compulsion
that had made me crazy, thus I'm here today
a suicidal patient, confined...
already derranged out of love...
still waiting for you to notice,
and to lift my spirits...
in the skies above where the stars shine brightly
and where the birds flew freely without constraint...
