admit it. unlock your secret garden and loosen the noose that chokes and tightens around the delicate neck.
yes, mine is a delicate neck
and i don't like to admit it
don't want to unlock my garden unkept and grown over
with flowers too wild to be plucked and put on old wooden tables
and I am adorned in weeds that hang green and show secrets
darker than the rich soil they sprung out of
and yes my soil is dark and rich and smells of earth
overgrown but never barren
never barren only too full
and I would never ask you to get your hands dirty
but my soil is dark
and my roses have thorns and I don't like to admit
that my garden, my secrets,
are waiting for a key and for hands that aren't afraid
to get dirty
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just realized, in my dazedness, that I pretty much wrote a really strange comment - even a bit creepy. so i deleted it...hope you didn't read it!
btw, his hands won't be afraid to get dirty. and he will like wild roses with thorns. can't wait to meet him.
me neither
we only share secrets in the secret garden.
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