Just kind of my random musings one day about why people find it so hard to become friends with me. Is the way to my heart really this difficult, or does it seem that way only to me?

Follow the road that leads to my heart,
don't delay, hasten your start.

Follow the path that's rocky and sharp,
leading through fear, heartache and dark.

Follow the blood running red streams,
wearing away at all peoples dreams.

Follow the hoofprints of a long ago horse,
no matter how twisted, how tiring its course.

Follow the flight of a wayward crow,
where you should wander, she will show.

Follow the road that leads to my heart,
so not even death, may do us part.