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The Gatekeeper.


[today]Oct 8th, 2006 5:31:57 am - Subscribe

You are welcome to cry
on my shoulder, if need be.

I'll do what I can to hold you up
and be there.

You always believe that I know
much more than, in fact, I do;

but I am not the gatekeeper -
my words are only ideas,
never instructions.

I know what you desire
and I possess it not;

the way into her heart
is something you must
discover for yourself.

I am not the gatekeeper:
please don't look to me;

I can only give you directions
I cannot lend you the key.

And yet, here I am standing
why are they all drawn to me?

I am not the Keeper of Hearts
and I never will be.

[I am]tired.
[inspiration]people who like my friends.

[your thoughts]1

silentpoet

October 15th, 2006

I really like your writing isn't bound by the typical stanzaic set up, it's vivid and well crafted.

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