Never-Ending Blunder
You look at me with eyes of longing,
For me to speak my mind.
You want to know what I'm thinking,
So all my thoughts unwind.
You desire the thoughts I keep,
But mostly what I think of you.
I wish I could tell you what you seek,
So maybe someday you'll tell me too.
A continuous cycle of silence,
We endlessly pursue.
We are always under the pretense,
Of saying, "How are you?"
It seems I'll always wonder,
If holding on to my true thoughts,
Might be my never-ending blunder.
-Koh
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