What are you thinking?
What captivates your mind?
What puts that look upon your face?
What's going on inside?
Why do you say nothing?
What don't you want to say?
Why don't you trust me?
Why not tell me bout your day?
Was it seriously that boring?
Not a single thing went on?
Or is there something you're hiding?
Is there something wrong?
Am I jumping to conclusions?
Should I just let it slide?
Do I ignore that look upon your face?
Babe, tell me, are you still mine?
This poem is kind of a joke between myself and Jarred. I am constantly pestering him for his thoughts, and one day in Biology I was just bored enough to write a poem about it. That's all there is to it!