THOUGHTS BETWEEN OUR BETWEEN by Mide Benedict

Between You and I
There's a between-
This between is not empty;
In it something resides-
The expression I cannot totally express,
Thoughts I have thought to be true
But with it I cannot be through

There is more-

Deep in our between
Are parked emotions.
Sometimes they slip into my mouth
From time to time,
Occupy my tongue with force
And when it does come out to the open,
Little words of magnitude are released-
The rest are withdrawn by the between that lies inside-

Those parts that get out put a smile on my face, and yours too.
I cannot express how much I love you,
For the between that lie between our between
Is filled with emotions that cannot be all expressed.

I Love you... Cannot be all expressed

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