Between The Lines
(Cher's theme)

Drifting on endless drifts,
of emotional tide;
It seems with time, it only gets,
so so hard to hide.

Read me deep, read me slow,
Or quickly rummage through;
Think not where the prose will go,
Just feel it ... like I do.

Every secret deep within
The passions kept inside,
It's in the words, That's the place,
That I surrender pride.

Raped by the reader, or embraced with care,
It matters none you see;
For I stand safe, within the text,
Allowing me ... to simply, be.