no,
I am not a gate keeper
and if I was
I'd be a bad one at best.
Loose screws and chicken wire
am I nothing more than a broken fence
for every boundary I appeal
stirs up your defenses
why is my heart so open
And your head so dense
digging into my soil
Your hands are so greedy
Yet you tell me I'm needy?
My garden is a sacred space
And it has no room for a nosey mole
Feeding off insecurity
Someone call pest control
Or better yet
Let's fix this fence
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 11:14 AM UTC
no,
I am not a gate keeper
and if I was
I'd be a bad one at best.
Loose screws and chicken wire
am I nothing more than a broken fence
for every boundary I appeal
stirs up your defenses
why is my heart so open
And your head so dense
digging into my soil
Your hands are so greedy
Yet you tell me I'm needy?
My garden is a sacred space
And it has no room for a nosey mole
Feeding off insecurity
Someone call pest control
Or better yet
Let's fix this fence
Be gone
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