We got our love wires crossed

We got our love wires crossed

A Poem by andrew mitchell

We got our love wires crossed.
When I crossed over
touching her red wire
suddenly, I ........
wasn't neutral anymore.
Eventually, I did settle...
back to earth
when she.....
moved on
taking her shocks
with her.
She was a live one,
leaving me feeling blue.
In the end, we weren't
truly connected.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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All the static confusion sparked the illusion ! Ohms law may have helped, but I doubt it. Next time remove her shorts and see where it leads...

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

hahaha Bill are you mocking my masterpiece of literature lol Yes I'll remove her shorts, follow her .. read more
i totally enjoyed reading this poem - it's smart and simple - but the message got across - an affair that short-circuited, there was a spark, yes, but it died with the relationship

steph

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

Thank you steph for your kind review
highonwords

9 Years Ago

you're welcome, my friend :)

steph
so it was a "short" lived affair...

and it burned....

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

In " Short" yes lol Thanks Jacob
hey andrew, aldo i don't prefere 'romance' in poetry this one i like, it's unusual and more and more i like your stile of writing. keep up the good job :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

thank you isus
The electricity is in the air with this one, andrew Mitchell :)

Posted 9 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

9 Years Ago

haha yes indeed Charlie thanks for dropping by.

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Added on April 2, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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