Follow your heart

A narrative on someone who follows her heart to no good end.

Keeping in time, yet stiller than stone
You are my heart, yet the beat is my own
Though devoid of the will, I gave you wings
Allowed you to silently dance and to sing
And when your voice broke I mourned by your side
Glared at the celebrants, embittered by lies
Now when I weep, I weep by myself
No one to comfort me, no one to help
For the mantle of sin is one of disgrace
Tears track a line of black down my face