There is a secret in my life Hidden within the texts It's a little more than a consequence And almost like a mess. I visit it from time to time Just remind myself I'm whole. Somewhere in his heart I live But love is not my goal. That isn't even my secret, He regrets the path I take. Wanting a man yearning for me When my heart isn't even at stake. My secret is what I whisper to him While he sleeps upon the night. Yearning is for the weak I cry Nah, that isn't even right. His goal is my freedom Mine is his demise You think he'll ever realize I am not the prize? My secret may be in my past Yet I'm an open book I realized he couldn't read When he didn't even look. There is a part that is funny A chapter hidden in a verse Took witchcraft to fix the moment Then realized it was a curse. My secret is in poetry One line after the other Weaving a tapestry of wordplay That only rivals your mother. My secret is an existence That breathes heavily at night Take a left at serendipity And at the discovery, take a right.