'My songs do not belong to me.'
(Sara Teasdale - My heart)
'Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.'
(Dorothy Parker - A very short song)
My poems rhyme as new songs
In every each word, a little piece of myself.
My heart shows itself, it comes along
with all my love, between the lines.
Broken hearts, cold winters and loneliness
You will find in it, be my guest.
But if love also left you fallen on the ground once
Take one for you, maybe you will find a relief in them.
Lindemberg Pereira da Silva
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-the-lines-14/
