Between the Lines
We speak in riddles, you and I, hiding our hearts behind laughter, wearing careful smiles like armor, while the truth aches quietly underneath. They see you look good, You never wear your beauty like a shield, you simply exist, almost oblivious, a soft soul adrift in a world of polished lies. I answered with storms, with the weight of my intensity, tasting the edges of your Hidden walls, not knowing how deep your oceans ran. You, surprised, but not resentful, me, reckless, but not cruel two strangers, yet somehow woven by the same trembling hands of fate. We are cities apart, chasing different dreams, speaking different songs, yet somehow orbiting the same secret longing. And still still we leave too much unsaid, letting our silences bloom like wildflowers in the fields between us. I am weary, The world will call me foolish. They will measure our hearts in logic, not knowing how eternity fits inside a stolen glance And yet, here I am, holding my breath on the tightrope between fear and...