I Stare Into Your Eyes As You Stand Outside My Window
And In A Way, Just Seeing You Comforts Me
Yet I Continue To Cry
Crying Harder..
Because In Reality-This Is How It Will Always Be:
With The Wall Between Us
With That ONE Small Window
Where I Can See You
Yet Can't Reach Out To You.
It's Like Staring At A Picture;
Of Course It's Comforting To Just See Your Face,
But It Hurts So Much To Know That You Can't Hold Me
And You Can't Hug Me
And You Can't Comfort Me,
But Your Eyes Bring Me To A State Of Contentment
Because I Know That It WAS Real At One Time
And I Can Think Back On Those Memories And Find Comfort
Until I Was Up From Those Day Dreams
And Find That You're Still Behind That Wall..
