Cupid's Kites Poem by Anders Lim
Cupid's Kites
I clung my heart between two strings
Attached to Cupid's kites
Whistling through September Springs
To land in November Nights
But restless winds were flying high
Stirring a turbulent stream
A sunburnt heart, left to dry
Echoing a silent scream
Now I see my funny fate
Betraying this innocent skin
Just like the margins of love and hate
These kites are paper thin
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