Some seem to grow hearts on trees
They nurture them before they break open the hard packed earth
Singing to make them grow, like a witches melody
They want the tree to rise higher
To bloom in full feelings, emotions and dreams
Yet some trees are poisoned the fruit they bear is dark
Blood mixed with ink and all the broken promises
Other are bright as golden wishes and strong sunlight
Some may be shriveled, they had love to make them grow
But bye and bye they slowly let it go
Others look still so tempting to the eye
That you would wish to pluck it and eat it in one bite
But if you saw the inside you would know it wasn't right
No heart was perfect but each felt the world just the same
Each loved light, loved love, and hated pain
It is a big wonder how so many different hearts
Could come from the one and same tree
It is a small wonder though they grew these all
Yet no one gave one to me