The Guessing Game
I don’t speak, I write.
I don’t bark, I bite.
Though I don't meet your gaze,
You're in my mind all of my days.
Notes I send each night,
Is your response to my delight?
You make me think, oh babe,
Is this a game you've played?
Was it me, or was it not?
Thought it was me, but it's not.
Your actions, they confuse,
Why treat me special if I'm not the muse?
How long should I guess,
Should I write and confess?
Can't even meet your eyes, how can I hear your lies,
Oh boy, was it me in disguise?
Make the first move, can you?
I can't, but I might respond to you.
Who wouldn't want to be pursued,
By someone they've treasured and valued?
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