GIFT

Stalking every like of mine,

She started getting obsessed in her head,

Peeking through her car's window,

To know where I go and follow me to the bed,

She wanted to know my type,

But more of the one she wanted to be,

She bet her money on me every time,

What she was losing she didn't see,

She loves me, hates me, to her pain I was the cause,

In her cycle of pain and sorrow, I am her pause,

Oh! I know or do I really? if she was in a drift,

In time she is my Creation & I am her cursed gift.