The heart is like a wooden block
Kept safe, yet still unlocked
It is yours and cannot be taken
But parts can be given and people mistaken
Tools carve its shape
Edges can and will likely scrape
People can be left with pain
Their wooden blocks might never be the same
But looking at the other hand
Those very tools can also sand
Smooth edges be very inviting
But the shape might be frightening
That is what people first see
That is when they decide: friend or enemy?
But people look from different sides
Different angles, different lighting could've changed their minds
A friend knows you bumps and dents
An enemy knows what ways you can be bent
It doesn't matter who
Memories of them will always be in you
You memories can hammer in nails
The can post warning signs on you many trails
They can sand your edges too
But you decide how they'll affect you
But through all those splinters, nails and thorns
Paint jobs and shavings and stains galore
There's still just a plain wooden block
There's still just that heart with no lock
You can always start back at that plain old chunk of wood
You could always erase all the bad and the good
But your still left with nail holes and some colored specks
And would you really want to loose all those memories you'll neglect?
In the end, that old chunk of wood
With its shape of some bad and some good
With its holes and bumps and edges too
All add up to make the one-of-a-kind you
So without all this bad
You couldn't have what you have
Because your memories are your's
And they are what guild you to open which doors
You heart knows what is right
Or you mind and it fight
The heart is our soul's voice
And in the end, it always makes the choice
But this poem is wrong
A heart doesn't sing just one song
A hearts unpredictable and can't be controlled
It can't be decoded with words and can't be told
So look for yourself
Don't rely on others help
Don't just look at these words, but listen too
Listen to what your heart is telling you…