When the itch became a scratchy!

When the itch became a scratchy!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

As love’s song
was plucked from the mind
played in chords
that aroused the heart
pulling on its strings;
the free fall of loves serenade
had the soft melodies
embrace your skin,
the chorus permeate your heart fondly
as the clouds of bliss reigned
with every note placed
on your body in harmony.

Well! That was until....
You scratched the record!

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 19, 2017
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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