I scrawled love all over a piece of paper,
Then tore it apart,
In the darkness of my mind I still hate her,

But then there’s my heart,
Foolish and forgiving,
For falling and for living,
To be complete it needs another part,
Another heart,
Calling out with a drum and another puppet.

Your boundaries are breached by my hateful heart,
So while I scrawl love all over the paper,
My mind knows I want to break her.

I scrawled words all over a piece of paper,
But couldn’t understand,
So i stop thinking and just let the hate stir,

The flames of anger fanned,
Poisonous and spiteful,
Forgetful yet regretful,
To be healed it needs to impart,
Pain on another heart,
Despairing to turn sinner to sinned.