Missing Love.

Missing Love.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Lock all your doors!
All hearts and bodies
are vulnerable
to the word Love.

Missing Love,
last seen with runaway
Lust, an accomplice.
Word has it,
could be held
captive by F-ck,
an associate known
to both by physical actions.

Approach with caution
F-ck could be armed,
and dangerous,
don't mess with F-ck.

Now, Love if you
are reading this,
please comeback.
Lust and you
can work this out.
Regards the Heart.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on September 27, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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