between the lines

Sometimes when I say that I am fine
Do you read between the lines?
Can you see beyond my smiles
The tears I fight and hold
from welling in my bleary eyes?


And sometimes when I fall
I look around the rough
And I find reasons to smoothly sail on
With a pleasant chuckle that I share
That masks the sounds of crooked melody
Strummed by the broken pieces of chord strings in my gut

For there is a loneliness
I feel in their hugs
With a purpose that thrusts
When they tug



For if you listened hard enough
You just might hear where
and how they want to be loved;

in the gentle sounds within their echoes;
the innocent growl in their aggression
that beckons for just a little affection;
Too weary of our neglect and rejection.

But Sometimes I say that I am fine
When I’m only really trying to hold on to
What could have been mine.

And if you read between the lines
You would see with me
The many blessings they long for
That already rest as thine.