All the words hidden between the sheets.
Every floor board that creaks.
All the poetry within a poet.
A faucet that leaks.
Every tear that made the lines blur on white paper, this is In Between The Lines.

The words that fear to be spoken and the ears that fear to hear.
This is their poetry.
This is their hidden place.
An escape from reality, but a truth in between the lines.

The story of many dark things.
What keeps the world spinning for this is a story of all things.
Sweat dripping down a back and a mind one of kind for this is In Between The Lines.

I know this is probably to soon to post this poem I usually post these title references towards the end, but this is what my muse brought to me. So, here is my typical title reference poem. I don't know if I'll ever post another poetry book on here after this one is over, but we will see.