Between The Lines
written by: Enviara
He talks in verses,
my words, a quiet poem.
He sings in whispers,
yet somehow, his notes soar higher.
And still, I wonder,
on breezy, sleepless nights—
does he ever read between the lines?
Those forever green verses
etched on my heart.
When our eyes meet,
the time gets stuck,
moment stilled when our eyes meet.
I noticed the shine,
the way your eyes lit—
different shades of golden glaze,
those honey-kissed orbs in sunlit blaze.
And now I feel my lines are waste,
for they can never capture
the stillness your smile makes.
And still, I wonder,
on breezy, sleepless nights—
do you ever read between my lines?
I’m a young writer who has been exploring poetry for the past year, penning nearly 30 poems and two prose pieces—though I have yet to publish them. For me, writing is more than just creativity; it’s a medium of expression, a way to capture emotions and thoughts that might otherwise go unspoken. Through my work, I seek to translate feelings into words and give voice to the quiet moments that linger in the heart.
Latest posts by Enviara (see all)
- Between The Lines - April 13, 2026
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