__ my heart
is a little red sports-car
on a slick
and slippery road;
once it gets rolling
and it picks up speed,
steering is a gamble…
there are no brakes on my heart

my heart
is an innocent puppy,
he comes running
when he hears the door;
with more speed than sense
he bangs his nose,
sliding into the wall…
there are no brakes on my heart

_my heart
is a ’64 chevy
a little beat-up
and showing its age;
fresh paint
can’t cover the patches
from too many crashes…
there are no brakes on my heart

my heart
is an powerful rocket
lifting off
on a tower of flame;
it’s kind of pretty
when it burns up on re-entry,
like a shooting star…
there are no brakes on my heart