Cupid Is Blind - Poem by Leslie Alexis
I have been shot too many times.
The loves I had are all like mimes.
Signals and signs were written in silence.
Loves lost forever with no recompense.
Cupid needs to make us a team.
Shoot me, and shoot her; build my esteem.
Then maybe on the next Valentine’s day,
I wouldn't cry, wouldn't wonder why, or pray,
To God, that my forever will come my way.
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
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