Between These Lines

I don't know what tomorrow will bring...
hopefully it will be better than today
but your mine, in my mind, without time
between these lines....
If for an evening I could hold you
Do you think we'd know it then?
And for a lifetime held beneath a sun
this burned and blistered skin
might finally peel away
because if your mine
not in my mind, you know....
Were running out of time.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For L.

View fenrislupusgrey's Full Portfolio