Taking a Chance

Tread lightly on this heart of mine,
for it is tattered and bruised.
Its stitching is loose
from its mistreatment and abuse.
Like a clam you'll soon find,
it can be hard to open wide
But when it is, you'll discover,
there is beauty inside.
The walls that keep me guarded
are painted a variety of color,
One for every hole that's been made
with only plaster used for cover.
So take care of its fragile state,
for its love can be magical;
But it is also its greatest weakness,
and can forever be tragical.