I dance along the lines of fantasy some call it childish ways but yes magic is my reality. Love hate desire lust things pumping through my veins emotional release is a must. Some say what I do is rhyme but if you understood my empirical lyrical knowledge you'd knew exactly how to read between my lines.
Between the lines If love is so damning and havoc is all it ensues please tell me the heart seeks it out in time that are tragic. Or why the soul is so independent and does only for itself yet will instantly bond to another making room in the heart for the tenant.
Between the lines isn't always so complex rather listen to clues before jumping to the person that is your next.
