Between the line

Sometimes I don't think he sees between the eye. He only sees himself. Trying to open my heart to the words. But he closes his eyes. Just like his heart. The stay still is him. But the heart wants more. When he sleeps at night. Tired of the lie he keeps to himself. I am here at night. Alone with my words and thoughts. I think that when I write the best. Trying to motion into words is hard. Because the heart goes thew something. So is a battle. I want to grow. To put my life first. So I can fly. To my dreams and goals. But he doesn't see what is between the line. I feel it in my heart. I am stuck between the past and the future. Because my poems turn into stories. All that feeling comes out. Something inside me take over. I love that feeling because it is me. That person I lost a long time ago. Because I care so much about life. I am just a woman with a big heart. When I get that feeling something comes over. I just write with a feeling inside of me. I lost my voice a long time ago. Now my words will take me somewhere far. Then I can look back to that time when I didn't see between the lines. Only saw natively. That is when I have to put all my feelings to see. I have to swallow all my words. My mind was blank.