My heart

The marks on my heart,
say more then you can ever think of.

The ways I am be able to love,
and the ways I can hate.

The way people love me,
and the way people hurt me.

The fun I had,
and the sadness I have to endure.

The things I have,
and the things I will never get.

The things I dream about by night,
the things I dream about during the day.

The things I have in my mind,
and the things I have for real.

Memories I want to remember,
memories I want to forget.

Just a view things of the marks on my heart.