glass hearts

we are all made of glass hearts.
they might look strong, making the tinkling sound when you hammer against the outside with your fingernails.
they might look stable, just like a glass jar; a round base sitting flat on top of the table.
they might be rich, filled with emotions, dreams, hopes.
they might be tough to open, corked up or capped shut.

but some things are better left unknown
you don't want to look too deep into it, you might get lost.

but some things are better left unsaid
you don't want to break it, pouring out everything it in; unleashing a monster.

but some stones are better left unturned
you don't want to strike it off balance, it might never get up.

we are all made of glass hearts.
don't break mine if I don't break your.

I'll clean yours if you'll clean mine.
wiping it gently till it sparkles.

I'll fill yours if you'll fill mine.
with encouragements, memories and fun.

but sometimes, just let me hug my to sleep.

afterall, we are all made of glass hearts and not one glass is the same from the other as it gets blown out from the fire.

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