Perhaps, my head being in the clouds,
has muffled my voice and drowned it out?
I think it’s fine to love someone,
like no one else has ever done.
To hold them in your heart so close,
to cherish them, a kindred soul.
But when so many things there stand,
like barriers lying in between,
so difficult it makes it seem
to ever bridge that deep ravine.
Perhaps, it crosses over then,
to make-believe or just pretend.
At what point do we cut the wire?
The cords of which, trap me like mire.