The narrow path of my heart
is a mess of mangled veins
trampled upon by the hurrying feet
of my lover's pride.

The narrow path of my heart
is blight on a rose
that scare butterflies
from admiring my morning glow.

The narrow path of my heart
is a wingless dove
that sits and coo broken lines
from a sour throat
thirsty for relief.

The narrow path of my heart
was paved by life
plied by lies
lies you told
told to me.

The narrow path of my heart
Sighs all day...all night