I was trapped on your embedding.

I was trapped on your embedding.

A Poem by andrew mitchell
"

for my muse

"
I was trapped on your embedding.
On hammering my thoughts
I was nailed to your wood
with rigid views, trapped,
you'd never let go;
Knowing forwell.....
I wanted release.
If  only I was bolted
I could turn your nut,
your hold on me,
but even then, 
 you had the screws on me.
You had me covered
with my every move
 right from the start.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Had to chuckle at this one, hope she understands your two sided writing technique. Valentine

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Added on January 8, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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