the pages of my book
are filled with his name
his eyes are ever so lightly
drawn in the corners
the form of his lips stain
the back pages and it hurts
that i have to hide it
away from the rest of the world
these pages represent my mind
my being
and how can i be represented
by your blue, blue eyes?
this wall
this wall that separates me
from coming to you,
it pops up whenever i try
i finally see where i stand
and it's nowhere near you
its miles away
and what can i do,
if it is written in red
the rule
a basic rule
that i am not to love you?