Footsteps scuff a bleeding heart.

Footsteps scuff a bleeding heart.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Footsteps scuff a bleeding heart.
When uncertainty crosses
the border into love,
insecurities mount
as war of words
disembark attacking
the heart on foot
under the dark of night.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on January 26, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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