If the glove fits....

If the glove fits....

A Poem by andrew mitchell

While love was the glove
where the heart fitted,
money was the insulation
that bought you time,
and freedom to explore
yourself and other
relationships.

Sometimes you lost
your glove, sometimes
to be used in a duel
to protect the heart at hand.

© 2018 andrew mitchell


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Added on November 26, 2018
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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