Carve

My heart is a
Wood block.
Some people
Go along the grain.
Others
Walk against it,
Making the surface
Rough and untamed.
Some rare people
Carve their name
Forever
On my heart,
Imprinting themselves
And becoming
A part of me.
And although some
People
Cut deep,
The center stays untouched.
I will never be
Hollow and dead.