Between the Lines
BETWEEN THE LINES
It's hidden in between each line
your eyes will ever read,
it is the secret, yours and mine,
thoughts you will always need,
they come to you while you're asleep
and dreaming all I've known,
they flow on like a river deep,
and you are not alone.
Comparing it to things you know
it makes no sense you think,
I've loved you and I've let it show;
I am your missing link;
but I can never let you see
how deep the river flows,
not even if it's meant to be,
and that's the way it goes.
I've many things to call upon
instead of memories,
like love that never will be gone,
nobody ever sees;
but I will tell the truth of it
until my dying day,
between each line, there is a bit
of things I never say.
© ron wilson aka ron arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the Doylestown Poet
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