This Heart of Brine

This Heart of Brine

A darkness haunts my soul - these secrets hide
The truth of love, my heart is running from.
Emotions change more often than the tide,
Why can't I just feel nothing, only numb.

The wish I wish most ev'ry night is seems:
To know, just once, just what my heart conspires -
The visions of a love only in dreams,
But never can I see those true desires.

They say only a woman knows her heart,
But never have I known what lies in mine.
They say a woman's heart - a piece of art,
It seems that mine has seen it's life in brine.

Just tear this useless organ from my chest,
Somehow, I think that option only best.