i spend days filling pages,
contorting letters into words.
trying to make it perfect,
to make it just what i want to say.
but it's just a waste of my time
because this...
this isn't even pretty on paper to you.
you're always too busy
reading between the lines,
thinking i've got something else i'm saying.
you can't even see what's written on the line.
these are more than words.
these are tears in my eyes.
static in my head.
cracks in my heart.
sleepless nights.
wants. needs.
holding your hand.
being right next to you but
being miles away at the same time.
smiles on my face.
anger in my voice.
these word, these are more than that.
these are my feelings, my pains, my fears.
things i need to say but can't.
laughter, happiness.
everything in between.
between.
you're still reading between the lines.
you can't see what's written on the lines
is me standing infront of you...
