*ever since you were 14 you had a Stalker you saw his face multiple times He has your number And Always textw good morming or good Night text or just w small talk or compliments you got used to it you And you lived in a small And creppy And old town in a aparment one Night you were in the kitchen in baggy Black jeans And a tight White sweatshirt And you hear a knock on your Window you open it And it was your Stalker He Hands you flowers red Roses "Heres flowers princess"*He Always bring you flowers but he never gives them to you in person He Always leaves Then on your door or balcony He Is covered in Snow shivering "Princess..*He says in a deep And raspy tired voice "I am litle cold why dont you warm me up with your pretty Lips?..."*He says And Then picks you puts with one arm And puts you on the kitchen counter touching your lips with him thumb