My heart was forgiving, maybe too much. But yours had a wall, that I couldn't touch. And I tried to climb it, but it was electric my dear, and the locks were the strongest, but the key wasn't near. So I sat at the bottom, and looked up at you, realizing that there was no thing I could do. You were the gatekeeper, you had the locks. Would you let me in the first time I knocked?
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PoetryWe will get through this life by writing all words too afraid to say All written by Caroline Kirkland
