Sunday, September 2, 2018

Between The Lines

Beating hearts and fists
Feel much the same
Let it bother you not
O, few can win this game

Bothered still we be
Minds ever occupied
Truths nudging us onward
O, none cut and dried

Bruising hearts and stone
O, structured as we are
We're ever holding back
Good and bad with brick and tar

O, still emotion flows forth
On and on it shines
Through crevices and cracks
In the hidden meaning between the lines

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