Missed Mark
A slender arrow launched from a white bow
carrying engravings of gold and
fletched with the feathers of the Seraphs
stood at attention with it's head
buried in my chest.
A sigh passed my lips, as Cupid's poison
flooded my senses, heart racing
nervous anticipation, thirsty;
a furnace of newly realized passions,
the pilot dying as I yanked the arrow free.
Experience keeps me from Cupid's flights
of fancy leaving me with a content heart
an old arrow, and a hole in my shirt.















Comments
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"imitation is suicide" ~Emerson
do you read the news? do you breathe in the lies?
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i don't know what it is with me. i'm pro love, as in helping your fellow humans out, friend/family love you know? i think the world needs a whold heck of a lot more of it. but when it comes to relationship love...i'm real suspcious of it.
--
"imitation is suicide" ~Emerson
do you read the news? do you breathe in the lies?
[link]
--
"imitation is suicide" ~Emerson
do you read the news? do you breathe in the lies?
[link]
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