Grafitti of the soul

Everyone you meet,
everyone whose voice you hear,
whose face you see,
whose hand you touch,
all leave a piece of themselves within you.

Every smile,
every gesture,
is a touch in another plane,
a hug,
a kiss,
a caress,
a stab.

Everything capable of healing your heart,
can just as easily rip it asunder,
a person to hear your woes,
to be there when you're full of glee,
to be there when you're full of sorrow,
to have a true friend is to be blessed,
and to be cursed.

Every person lays a brick to build your tower,
each brick a memory,
each brick an experience,
beautiful or painful.

Another color to the painting,
another color to your soul,
another inch added to your smile,
another inch added to your frown,
one more tear added to the repertoire.

Everyone leaves a piece of graffiti on your soul.