Between The Lines
Loving you,
is the only thing
my demon and soul agree to do.
for what that will bring
I will never really know
not the touch of your humanity
held in an angelic glow
as I am branded by the grip of insanity.
Courage found between the lines
and within your eyes
as my soul cries
and my demon sighs.
My demon and soul held my heart
and saw fit to give it to you,
you ripped it apart
and hung it up like art.
Upon a chain,
you bore my heart
and even in my pain
I felt it struggle to restart.
As you can see
Loving you,
painful as that may be,
is all my demon and soul seem to do.
But I can see the fear
held in your bloodshot eyes
"I love you" is something I will never hear
not even under your softest sighs.
I feel it though,
believe it or not,
beneath the blue moon, it shows,
tearing through me like a shot,
and in my end,
it's all okay,
I saw every sign,
even if you could never say,
"I love you too"
was hidden between every line.
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