I have a jar
I have a jar
I keep it on a shelf
that's too high to reach
unless I need it
I keep things in my jar that others can't see
I keep hope
and joy
and optimism for the future
I keep moments in my jar
I keep that time that she sang for me at the piano while i played
I keep that time we walked for miles and miles just because we felt like it
I keep the moment when I realized that things would turn out okay
I keep them all in my jar
my jar, it glows
because of all the happiness I keep inside it
all the positivity and warmth
I keep it in there
because sometimes
when I feel empty
and dark
I need it
I need to open my jar and let the light I keep inside fill up my darkness
and emptiness
my jar is a jar of hearts
not the kind that pumps blood and oxygen to every cell in your body
but the kind you pick up in a video game
to get more life
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