My heart contains a secret of
love, hate, and pain.
From this misery what will I gain?
A red line divides my heart.
Some spots are dark.
Words fill the middle
and I am left with a riddle.
The pain is like no other.
When will I find another.
I'm outside looking in,
and inside looking out.
I don't know when it began
Or when it'll end.
My heart contains this secret
that is no longer a secret.
I gave my all to the one i loved
and my heart got shoved.
My heart includes words,
dark spots, and a red line.
The line is a symbol of pain.
Dark spots represent hatred.
The words for which it speaks are
the very words of love.
Darkness equals hate.
Red equals pain.
Words equal love.
Do u share my love, my hate, and my pain?
Or do these words jumble in your brain?
