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