Write me a line I could never forget
Send me the heart of your mind
Open the ribcage of time
Unlock the why of you and I
Take me back to our before
Gift me a word layered like a rose
Look for me in every petal and thorn
Watch us wither or watch us soar
I wrote a line you could never forget
Spread my dreams without you, not one regret
You sent me the heart of your mind
I was most alive with a love so blind
I opened the ribcage of time
Found a heaven in every hemisphere
I unlocked the why of you and I
Saw my fears burn in our atmosphere
I took myself to our before
Lost and found the core
I discovered a word layered like a rose
Moments just become written prose
Looking in every petal and thorn
I watched us wither, I watched us soar
-Grace + Benjamin
Thank you, Ben for bringing me back to the magic of writing, for another opportunity to explore our flow together and for the gift of getting to say hello again to this beautiful community.
There’s a lot I could say as to where I’ve been, or what I’ve been up to or who I am now as it really has been so long. Funny enough, especially for a writer, I’ll keep it short and simple.
If I simply read my lines, I wouldn’t have experienced the beautiful complexity and intricate layers of growth that were nestled in between my lines.
Fearless Free Soul 
7 responses to “in between the lines”
Beautiful lines, Grace and Benjamin👌🏼💕
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Thanks so much for all you did to make this piece soar! Always nice creating something new, and somehow, we always come up with something unique.
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Beautiful collaboration Grace and Ben 😍 I love the call and response feel to this piece.
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💚💚this collaboration piece. You guys rock!
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Welcome back Grace and so glad Ben (another favorite of mine) was your catalyst to combine two stunning talents and pen this beauty. You both are rock stars!!
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So I did this comment over there and now I don’t know how to reverse credit order, but anyway:
Ben-graceful ontology of love. And yet spare ribs are saucy memories over time where the peddler pedals his bike full of tulips for two lips along tornado alley spinning the meaning of whirlwind courtships and thunderlove storms with lachymal drops eyeing a landing upon the face of good timing.
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“I was most alive with a love so blind”, Awwwwwwwwwwwwww, All of the word are so thoughtful and full of emotions. Loved it
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