Wall

Sectioned off,

Is an area of your mind.

Which no-one has entered.

Out of bounds,

Is a place of truth.

Which has not been discovered.

A place where

Entry is forbidden,

Lies just after the boundary 

Between

You

and 

I.

I cannot go over the line.

I must keep to my side.

And you must keep to yours.

That grey area,

The empty space between us,

could hold so many

Thoughts

Memories

Emotions

But it will never be able to.

For both you,

And I

Will be running away form those lines

So fast,

That we forget,

That the lines only ever exist when one is trying,

And with us,

We are always trying,

And so, those lines

Those boundaries

Those walls

Will separate us,

Always.