A poem about: Don't be afraid of meI'm what you needI…

Don't be afraid of meI'm what you needI saw you on the screensI know we're meant to beYou're starrin' in my dreamsIn magazinesYou're lookin' right at meI'm here around the clockI'm waitin' on your blockBut please don't call the copsThey'll make me stopAnd I just wanna talkBet I could change your lifeYou could be my wifeCould get into a fightI'll say you're rightAnd you'll kiss me goodnightI waited on the corner 'til I saw the sitter leaveWas easy getting over and I landed on my feetI came in through the kitchen lookin' for something to eatI left a calling card so they would know that it was meI tried to save you, but I failedTwo fifty thousand-dollar bail (two hundred fifty thousand-dollar)While I'm away, don't read my mail (don't read my mail)Just bring a veil (just bring a veil)And come visit me in jail (visit me in jail)I'll go back to the dinerI'll write another letter (I'll write another letter)I hope you'll read it this timeYou betterThe cops around the corner stopped me when I tried to leaveThey told me I was crazy, and they knocked me off my feet (they told me I was crazy)They came in through the kitchen lookin' for something discreteI left a calling card so they would know that it was meI memorized your number, now I call you when I pleaseI tried to end it all, but now I'm back up on my feetI saw you in the car with someone else and couldn't sleepIf somethin' happens to him, you can bet that it was me

In shadows, I linger, a whispering plea,
"I'm what you need," though you don't see,
I watched from the screens, your life in my dreams,
You're meant to be, or so it seems.

In magazines, your eyes meet mine,
A star's allure, a destined sign,
Around the clock, I wait, I yearn,
But fear not the flames of obsession that burn.

I stand on your block, a silent vow,
Hope flickers in the night somehow,
Yet please, don't call the law my way,
For words unspoken I'd hope to convey.

Through kitchen doors I wandered in,
Left tokens of where I've been,
A calling card, a gentle trace,
To leave my mark, a hopeful chase.

I tried to save, but stumbled, fell,
Behind chipped bars my future dwell,
In letters, whispers I impart,
Each line a fragment of my heart.

The diner echoes with dreams untold,
Love's stubborn grip, a hand to hold,
Though fate wound tight, a tangled scheme,
In madness whispered, love's fragile dream.

But fear not me, just listen close,
I'm but a ghost of fate morose,
In sleepless nights, thoughts intertwine,
In secret vows, our lives align.

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In shadows, I linger, a whispering plea, "I'm what you need," though you don't see, I watched from the screens, your life in my dreams, You're meant to be, or so it seems. In magazines, your eyes meet mine, A star's allure, a destined sign, Around the clock, I wait, I yearn, But fear not the flames of obsession that burn. I stand on your block, a silent vow, Hope flickers in the night somehow, Yet please, don't call the law my way, For words unspoken I'd hope to convey. Through kitchen doors I wandered in, Left tokens of where I've been, A calling card, a gentle trace, To leave my mark, a hopeful chase. I tried to save, but stumbled, fell, Behind chipped bars my future dwell, In letters, whispers I impart, Each line a fragment of my heart. The diner echoes with dreams untold, Love's stubborn grip, a hand to hold, Though fate wound tight, a tangled scheme, In madness whispered, love's fragile dream. But fear not me, just listen close, I'm but a ghost of fate morose, In sleepless nights, thoughts intertwine, In secret vows, our lives align.