Heart Chest
I pull open a drawer in my heart,
for it takes physical will to do so
to reach for the feeling inside
Some drawers are small,
some big
For what it contains
Small drawers for hurt and meanness
big drawers for love and patience.
You decide on the drawers you will hold
How many you want,you decide.
The drawers open and close,
friends and foes
can live side by side,
in the drawers of the heart
The person you let in
can open these drawers.
The one you love never opens
drawers of jealousy and hate.
They never open them even though,
they know its there,
and they know it so
The person you despise
can open the drawers of hate and lies.
Resist with all your might,
keep them tight,
for you must rise
The heart of drawers,
can draw your heart in
pull out a feeling,mood
and a sigh
The drawers are meant to be opened,
some willingly,some not
for not to open drawers
will allow feelings to rot
Open and close,
the feelings can grow,
from the high
to the low
It will tell you what's best,
in the drawers of the chest
For the heart does know,
of the open and close
of which you decide
of the feelings inside
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