This treacherous heart of mine,
Has been the most complex section of the climb.
Pain and sorrow engulfed its innocent path,
And it surrendered to a sudden wrath.
Dreams born from within were intended to soon die,
By the malevolent plan of someone standing so close by.
It is unfortunate that this had to end as I was bound to give you my heart,
But everything was misled by the one who made us part.
I let this happen because I am still very young,
But I know my potential and I know I am strong.
My heart aches now and then but I know “this too shall pass,â€
As I see more clearly my future and take hold of it fast.
I again take the road, the one less traveled by
I want to focus. I have made up my mind.
This heart is treacherous, this heart is bad.
This habit is a cycle, a very wicked fad.
A treasure a have found within me:
Boldness, intelligence, and wisdom shall set me free.
Such qualities have been endowed to me and replenished by a love-covered field,
But to this treacherous heart of mine, twice, I shall not yield.
