Your Heart

Your heart is made of stone,
Full of cracks and crevices,
With that heart you must feel alone,
It beats the sound of all of your negatives,
One day your heart of stone will grow,
Moss that will cover up the cracks,
The time it will take will be slow,
Unless you cut people some slack,
Your heart must hurt as its so cold,
And so full of hate and despise,
Unless you change you will be on your own and old,
Maybe you could figure out a compromise,
To turn you heart from stone to love,
Or even just to content
Instead of behaving like your above,
Everything and everyone you need to show some repent!