Between here and there lies a world,
a plethora of places that I may never see.
But between you and me,
the only thing between here and there is
I want to stand by your side,
See the world through your eyes.
I wish every night that I didn't -
Didn't feel this way, didn't want.
Between here and there lies a desk,
Wooden and painted all white.
Keys of many types and fonts
Keep me from you.
I want to stand in your shoes,
See as you do.
I wish every night I could -
Could touch you, and feel you myself.
Between here and there lies a wall,
A wall that I put up myself.
I wish every night it would break -
Break down until there's nothing left.
I want to see what you see,
And I want you to touch me,
Feel me the way I wish -
Wish for silence, not sound, nor fears.
Between here and there lies a bush,
Green and leafy as bushes should be.
I can't break it down -
Down to the bits and pieces it is.
The truth is,
A grain of sand could lie between us
And that grain of sand would be an ocean.
An ocean I can't cross.
Without you on my mind,
In my heart and in my eyes,
I can't break down the wall,
Nor the desk or bush.
It seems like so little,
But to me, it's so much.
Stop doing this to me -
Stop forcing me to want.
It's a sad, cruel world
That lies within my grasp,
Yet the only world I want
Is a whole world away.
October 4, 2011