Is this where we existed,
between the lines of I do?
The words that you spoke,
were they between the lines
too?
Thirteen years of our life, I
thought true, only existed
between the lines for you.
Our son, our treasure,
something of us, does he
exist between the lines of love?
The life you've had a rare gift,
hard to find, to you was nothing
but a falsehood, a lie!
Your existence with us is gone. Between
the lines, you can call them your home.
A contest entry
- Best Of Broken Hearts (or revenge) by emLeejo.
600 points, ended August 5, 2007, 16 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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i liked this poem. im sorry about it though, i mean tat would suck...i liked the first two stanzas the way you put the words together sounded neat idk its just rhymes and all i know but it was cool... nice write! good luck in the contest!
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