Telepathy Poem by Edwina Reizer

If you could ever read my mind
I don't know what I'd do.
For all the things I think about
would all be known to you.

You would know just how I feel
when you're far away from me.
And what it is that makes me tick
and how I'd like to be.

I could never hide my thoughts
and maybe that's not good.
'Cause sometimes when I'm mad at you
I don't act the way I should.

Sometimes knowing what I think
would strip me of my pride.
Then maybe you would love me less
and not stay by my side.

So reading minds are for gypsies,
not for you my dear.
For every single thought I have
would make it all so clear
how much I think of you.