When love was only sleeping.

When love was only sleeping.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Distraught was the love
travelling down the pen, hesitating
as the ballpoint
made contact with paper.
While some say love
was to be abandoned, 
left on paper; 
love was found to be
between two silk sheets
covering the pages
accompanied by hugs and kisses 
where love was only sleeping.

© 2020 andrew mitchell


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Added on December 20, 2020
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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