The fabric of love.

The fabric of love.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Privileged is the heart
that cannot be broken
or feel pain
from cupid's arrow.
But beware the devil's dart
that promises everything
only to take love away
without notice.
As a result
a lonely heart pumps
the echoes of memories past,
packed in mind's suitcase
he's ready to go back.
What binds us now
comes undone
for the fabric of man
was never tested.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on September 22, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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