Keep your secrets

Hold it close to your heart, never let it go. Never let the thoughts or feelings show. Lock your lips, it’s your own little secret, you never know the next person who can steal it from you, deter your inspiration, mar your pride, murder your aspiration. You never know the energy held inside when your motive is your absolute prime—the line you think if people see, they’ll walk away and leave it be. But shadows appear and absorb its soul, and the way it was never keeps its whole. The hole in your heart is there for a reason, it’s because you told. They thought you were selling and you sold without conscience. Ask yourself the reason you want to shout to the earth, tell the treetops, whisper to the dirt. Is there really a worth in speaking what’s yours? You put a dime in the rain and it loses its shine, a way you could see it, it’s a personal crime. So when you know it’s close to your heart, reverse the frame and say it’s your art. Your own little lie, you deviously defy, but save yourself in the end, because society can twist and bend what you wanted most, if you are to boast.
Hold it close to your heart, never let it go. Never let the thoughts or feelings show. It may be consuming and it may be hard, but the compensation's shiny, and isn’t marred.

xoxo