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hiding between the lines


It’s hidden in these lines Anyone can see My secrets, hidden in these very words About a girl, who picked up a pen, a quill, a keyboard, little bits of chalk Free for just a moment from her fear Remembering every mistake And just for once letting them go, hiding them In her secret code, where everybody could see, but none would know Don’t ever forget what these lines have to say Only the title might have given it away For every moment of my life this poem will free Today I’ll let these words go on the breeze Here my secret has been shown Everyone may see, but none know For you see this is my reason to be, my reason to write Unable to tell you these things, I will hide This poem is my clue, please can’t you guess Unbidden the memories attacked Red pen bleeding into the margins of my stories, my life Erasing everything but the next word
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