The butterscotch heart

When I write stuff without thinking, this happens... Here goes a poem..

The girl in black,
She tripped, she knew, in the corner
of her butterscotch heart,
that this fall would aid a rise,
A revolution, a success, a start

Is this right? Seemed least apt,
to falter for the better, since
When there are no break-evens,
the heart ain't going daft

Gathering it up, she unstrapped the glitch,
The glitter of the smokey tear bedimmed eyes,
evinced the faith in her butterscotch heart,
that she could climb the caramel ditch

The butterscotch heart shadowed the fear and doubt,
Drenching her in its divine sweetness,
Making her face the battle with an almond sword.
Giving the bitterness her best skilled shot

The girl in black had a butterscotch heart,
She despised the idea of freezing it,
Cold proclaimed war, warmth conveyed sacrifice,
Both had ways to part