House of hearts

Standing in line at the house of hearts,
Thinking I needed a tune up or some new parts.
Was even considering trading mine,
for a brand new one, top of the line.
The line was the longest it had ever been,
I couldnt even see the door to get in.
People had sleeping bags and were camping out,
in the hopes of having thier sadness squeezed out.
Trading crushed hopes for brand new dreams,
or getting expansions for a heart ripping at the seams.
Behind me the line grew in leaps,
with everyones baggage in enormous heaps.
Arguing over whose damage is more severe,
who should skip to the front and who should stay here.
I began to imagine all the great things I'd do,
when all the aching is gone and my heartbeat is new.
Then it occured to me how absurd we are,
in line awaiting a heart without a scar.
Afraid to love until our hearts have been repaired,
and love will have passed right by us standing there.