so this is where we are, <br />where we will always be. <br />stuck between our words <br />misread, <br />misunderstood. <br />but here our thoughts are deeper, <br />our eyes open wider. <br />we see that we are different <br />we must face the consequence. <br />the loneliness crashes upon us <br />as waves <br />from a sea of sadness <br />made from the salty tears <br />of our weeping guardian angels. <br />we see that we are special <br />yet we are never truly sure <br />if we deserve the recognition <br />or praise we seek out <br />and long for. <br />so this is who we are, <br />who we will always be. <br />stray dogs <br />dwelling <br />in the shadows of a trained society. <br />so this is what we've chosen, <br />where we know we must stay. <br />between the hearts. <br />between the minds. <br />between existence. <br />between <br />the <br />lines.<br /><br />Jonny Brackney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-the-lines-19/
