Her book!

Her book!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

In her  book of life
Pages of love
Are torn, missing.
Broken was her heart
The chapter removed.
Her story still alive
Goes on long, searching, 
Meandering, pausing
Taking a breath.
While happiness lies ahead
New, around the corner
Waiting, a chapter is born
The heroine doesn't know
Just yet.......
I'll finish her story tomorrow
The author.

© 2015 andrew mitchell


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Like the metaphor and the weaving of the ownership and responsibility of the author for a happy ending.

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

thank you oh northern hemisphere buddy!
Your words are so sweet and romantic..absolutely charming!

:) Julie

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Thank you Julie, says she who is a romantic herself in her lovely writes :):)
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Nice Andrew,oh,you could have burnt it and kept the ashes!!(he,he,he,he,he........)

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

lol...... what ashes;(
Great write, my friend... only the author knows and he's about to surprise the heroine... can't wait to read the next chapter :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

thanks ft lol
Quite romantic in its own way.
The author, the hero. :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Yes the author determines her fate. Thanks Cherry
really well done metaphor here...

her story has taken a turn for the worse, but there is a happy ending in store...

and i will be that happy ending...



Posted 10 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

10 Years Ago

Jacob your reviews are kind and thoughtful. Thank you my friend.

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andrew mitchell

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