Beautiful Mind

I like your mind. I like the way your mind thinks. I like your type of mind. Its free. Able to say what you want when you want without thinking about the way the world around you would respond. But that's also the problem with your type of mind. You don't think about the way what comes out of your mind hurts me, or hurts others. You don't think about the way your mind will make her mind a dark and lonely place to be. You don't think about how your mind could make her mind build that wall for future minds, for a future her and him. But still, I like your mind.

Then there's your mind, forced to think about her mind, scared because of the way her lips might react to the way your mind thought or the way your feet walked. Your mind keeps thinking about his mind. Keeps thinking about how you were safe in your own mind to just be free in what you thought. You wanted to share your mind with her, but the second you wanted to share your mind with hers it grew into something else, something ugly, something farthest from the pure idea you had in your mind in the first place. Isn't it funny how minds think. How minds affect lives. How the things we make our minds think, grow into something else because we think too much. We put too much emphasis on other peoples minds, other peoples lives. You should just mind your own.

Have you seen her beautiful mind. I haven't seen it in a while mind you. Have you seen what's become of it? From where I'm standing its her own worst enemy, from where I'm standing her mind has ruined everything good and innocent about your motives. When? Why? Till when? With who? There just questions but her mind doesn't accept the answers, her mind isn't open to the idea of you having an innocent mind, an innocent motive, because of his mind. You know, the mind before you, the mind who made her mind be her worst enemy, the mind who took away the freedom she had to make her own decisions without second guessing herself. The mind who built the wall, so that no mind, could come in, including yours. The mind that didn't care about what her mind would think when he filled his mind with thoughts of the mind next door. The mind that took her beautiful mind. But I'm just a mind right, so I should just mind my own.