three thousand three hundred and thirty four miles
that's the distance that separates us
somehow it feels like so much more
it hurts to know that you could be so close
in the mere matter of a plane flight
just a few hours and then we'd be together
but it seems impossible now
between my life and yours
sometimes it seems that it might not even be worth it
i get questioned about you by friends
i never know the correct answers
because i've never seen you in person
i've never held you in my arms
i've never played with your hair
i've never had pillow fights with you
and somehow i feel like
i bring you down
and it makes me feel bad
because im nothing important
im just a terrible person
and you're you
an incredible
beautiful
great
person
and if i ever hurt you
im sorry
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC
three thousand three hundred and thirty four miles
that's the distance that separates us
somehow it feels like so much more
it hurts to know that you could be so close
in the mere matter of a plane flight
just a few hours and then we'd be together
but it seems impossible now
between my life and yours
sometimes it seems that it might not even be worth it
i get questioned about you by friends
i never know the correct answers
because i've never seen you in person
i've never held you in my arms
i've never played with your hair
i've never had pillow fights with you
and somehow i feel like
i bring you down
and it makes me feel bad
because im nothing important
im just a terrible person
and you're you
an incredible
beautiful
great
person
and if i ever hurt you
im sorry
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