At the party.

At the party.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Lost in the masquerade
in a carnival of deception
where airs and graces
shower like rain
minds flirt like swords
fencing with words
conquering hearts that bleed
swearing an oath, an allegiance
to finding true love.
With the flood gates open
hearts that fall pitter patter
end up with cupid’s arrow.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on January 14, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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