keep them to your self.
People will trample,
and stomp,
your dreams.
Till they're tarnished,
toiled,
and tainted.
You resurrect,
rekindle,
and recoil your firing,
to TRUST again,
just to be,
thrown to the wolves,
again,
and again.
Your heart becomes closed,
into a black-hole,
a void of darkness hidden away from people,
hidden behind the void,
a candle lit in the wind,
hiding behind blocked hands,
kept alive in fragments,
LIGHT,
heart opened up to GOD,
warmth.
But in the END,
you've made it to the light.
To HEAVEN :)
GOD :(
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