It’s hard, so hard to show my weakness. My heart cripples when I think of someone reading it.
Let your heart beat and your hope breed,
A fire in the rain lights itself to be
the light in the bottomless wreck,
the tender warmth in the unknown sea.
A guiltless venture, a flourishing seed,
Through the holes in the glass you see
a time beyond the fate concealed,
a string tied to the Garden of Dreams.
Happiness noticed in rare eyes, gleams
like the sun that casts a shadow upon all evil,
like a child that begs to be noticed, so unlike
greed that shoulders a heavy burden.
A story told, a burden removed,
Tick-tock, your heart weighs upon
the smile so predictable, the step forward,
But if it all goes wrong, then boom
your hearts breaks into tiny pieces of glass.
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