I wonder why he always looks at me like I'm the world.
He stares at me like he's the sky looking down on the world he reigns over.
He looks down at me and I look up at him; my cloud.
Something I quite cant get a hold of; my cloud, coming and going as he wants and I just watch him go, knowing he is so much more than a little earth-dweller like me could ever obtain.
He could have the world, he watches down on me like I'm just that, and I wonder if a little earth-dweller like me could ever give him a little piece of it.
I'd give him a little piece of the world, but he is my world and I'd never take a piece of him unless he let me have it.