Tread lightly through the garden
drink slowly toward your drunk
ask not for an easy pardon
in these matters of forsaken love

One bitter taste upon the tongue
a sour realization will bring
this is the wound that happened young
when it was felt - betrayal's sting

If in truth you seek to find
the way past this infected place
Hold your breath for some time
Dive in and do not swim away

You cannot crawl to finish first
You won't even get past the start
Carefully consider as you stand and walk
barefoot on a broken heart