Blondie

Am I stalking you,

Or are you stalking me?

Everywhere I go,

I know it’s you I’ll see.

Stole that from Michelle Branch

Because she said it so good.

I don't even know your name,

If I could I would

Scream it every time I see you,

Each and every day,

Hollywood or San Bernadino,

75 miles away.

Why are you everywhere I go?

I wonder if it’s fate.

Or if it’s just your very blonde hair,

Of which I cannot escape.

I wonder what it feels like,

It could not be more blonde.

I’ll bet it’s nice and silky,

Justin Bieber and Beyond.

And as I sit here writing,

Again you’re walking by.

Second, third, fourth time today?

Regardless, I’m not surprised.

One day I hope we’ll interact

And I’ll show you all of the photos,

I’ve taken of you every time you’ve passed;

I wonder if you already know though.

Nonetheless, we’re getting married.

I think I just decided.

Oh, God. You just said hi to me.

And just like that, two worlds collided.

- Carmen Iben