The foxtrot of Genesis

The hounds of love
that hunted me down
and ate my heart
Too late I cried
I was already broken.

Reviews

[apennylate]

The double dose of "I" in quick succession to nail down just who exactly is being ripped apart by love.
I tried to reconcile my lost heart but, too late.
Well written...

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you very much especially when I’ve been writing rubbish of late, it’s comforting to know.

[apennylate]

One man's trash is another's paradise.
I see nothing but excellent writing.
However I understand the only sliding scale that matters, is usually our own.
If it is a small comfort, then know I would be honest with you if I thought it was rubbish.
Cheers

[andrew mitchell]

Equally important, thank you.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Andrew .. a Wisp of Sadness in the Madness of Loving the morning Dew… ever so Blue … softly, Pat

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Pat, for your kind words.

[emmajoygreen]

Brief, sad but rich words that could well hide a tale, sir. Emotions hitting that wretched fan.

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you em, especially when I am not writing anything that I’m pleased about.

[Vol]

Andrew,
Well, I hope they all got serious indigestion and regretted the day...
Vol

[andrew mitchell]

Thanks Vol, just a write that never took off so to speak just like a lot of my writes of late. The knack has gone Vol.

[Vol]

Andrew,
I have a folder on my desktop for those... no particular order. I refer to them when Erato sleeps hoping to awaken her... sometimes it works.
Vol

[tumi]

wow finely penned
but the last line left me emotional

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Tumi.