"What are you thinking about?"
One is want to ask,
That is,
If you can't tell.
Nothing but silence in a smile,
Dark eyes straining to seem calm;
Still...
I can see you search for the answer.
How foolish it seems
To hide behind hands,
Sighs,
And a simple blush.
But of course the answer is "you"
When you are,
In fact,
The one I'm lying next to.
So ask me again,
My answer can't change -
Despite how often
You think it will.
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Great poem. It speaks the truth in a beautiful way. Nice job.
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Thanks, I appreciate it
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Oh no, I like the first answer you give. I'm satisfied that you think of me.
Nicely done. Such silly insecure things lovers can be.
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Lol. ^.^ Yes, they are. I love moments like this though, whether it be snuggling up for a movie or just waking up. It's sweet, because you know when the person asks, they're already thinking about you.
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I don't always see it that way. I only ask if I get the feeling they are somewhere else. Not that I care, I'm just curious. (is that a bad way to be?)
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MMm, I can actually see where you get that idea. When I wrote this, I was seeing someone there. But I could certainly see this question into a phone, the dark, or in your own mind.
And no, curiousity is never a crime!
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