Savage little naked fool
with puny weapons of love
fly yourself to another heart
before I snap your wings.
Point poison arrows at me again
and feel the wrath I reap
I'm wounded...hurt...yet still beating...
so quit aiming at my chest.
4/7/08
Good work here Viola... Looks as if everyone agrees,10! ! ! ! !
i love it. a definite 10! ! keep writing...i like this aggressiveness.
Point poison arrows at me again and feel the wrath I reap and I will be right there with her... Ya go gettem Viola! ! ! lol. this made me smile. very good job. Becca
Simply the greatest poem i've on this site so far...i need not say more
The sting of his arrow that never leaves; either bringing joy or sadly sorrow! Your advice to Cupid is very well put, although I feel you are a romantic at heart and when you are ready it too will return!
he will get you again, thats when you kick the...... out of him.regards Tom 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol you tell him good and proper viola, there is no one more dangerous than a wounded lover....smiling at you, Tai