Cupid - Poem by Viola Grey
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.
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