in between..
Our loving moments
Our desire to be filled with worth an creativity
Was only a feeling split into minutes of the seriousness of the sliver lining.... of the whole picture
The aching, the tears and most importantly the lies.
The foundation that was built on lies.. beyond our eyes the emptiness.
Almost like an abandoned ball room the empty laughs, empty music and lust.
In between..
Our souls clashing into one another
Screaming into each other..
The rage of it all simply exists inside both of us but we regret seeing it through in and through out.
In between..
Run run go home
Speaked so often it's almost apart of us
The damaged and the damned
The bleeding of it all
The lines in- between
