The ambush.

The ambush.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The ambush.
Capturing her heart
the plan;
ambush,
surprise
she faltered
unprepared
unsteady
swept off her feet
lost in love
she surrendered
until she regained
her composure.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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damn, don't you hate it when they regain composure...

they are too smart and have too much bounce back ability...

and then, we end up alone again, naturally...as gilbert o'sullivan sang.

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

a clever species the female lol Thanks J

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andrew mitchell
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