What lies between people,
Is a depending promise of trust,
Which falters in every action one dislikes...
What lies between life and death,
Is the possibility of soaking up pain,
But otherwise not feeling a damn thing at all...
What lies between the truth and false,
Is something to wake up to,
Or perhaps just to slip past…
What lies between fingers,
Is the ability to do anything within one’s whim,
But is that not enough or too little?
What lies in tears,
Is the release of strangled feelings,
The convince of what couldn’t be handled forever.
What lies in love,
Is what seemed undying,
Until you wake up, its gone…
What lies in loneliness,
Is the longing desire of wanting,
Yet more wanting to fade…
What lies in dreams…
Are mostly faltering promises,
Numbed pain,
Truths slipped away,
Uncertain hands,
Free-flowing tears,
Rumbling hearts,
And unreachable endless attention…
But what lies in AND between poems,
Is the poets’ heart-felt,
And that’s what it all matters.
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Submission Name: What Lies...
