Perfect Heart

It's juz one of my old poems...
Which tell about the imperfectness of the world.

I don't know what my heart use to be like
Is it red or blue?
Is it small or huge?
Is it sharp or blunt?
Is it still perfectly shape?

Do you know what a perfect heart look like?
It is shine like sun.
It is clear like the water used to be.
No shadow,
No crack or crash on it.
Never bleeding,
Never be broken apart.
Is anybody has a perfect heart?

But, can you be called as a human
If you have a perfect heart like that?
A perfect heart which never feel anything,
Never knew the pain,
Never be falling in love?

There is some time, when you want to have a perfect heart.
If you tiring of being hurt,
If you felt confused with your mind,
If you stuck on your own,
If you left by the one you love most,
You would have probably want it hard.
The perfect heart like your own before knowing the world...