In through the eye’s shadow moored.

In through the eye’s shadow moored.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I’m not sorry
you found me,

you opened the door
to my soul,

but stepping into
my black void

I found your key
to get out.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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this is sheer brilliance...leaves one with scratches upon those whom betrayed your heart/etc.


Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

7 Years Ago

belated thank yous .X

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