He keeps missing yr heart
Though he has had lots of practice through
The centuries
But he keeps missing yr heart
Maybe, he thinks we don't belong together
Or he has bad aim
I don't know
I just think when it comes to yr heart
He loses his nerves
And points to yr ass instead
He never keeps his promise
That he will make you love me
But I never trusted him
So, why am I so angry?
Because I am getting too old
For this crap
And I can't wait for eternity
A biting and caustic take on one of the most over rated days of the year! I cant say I ever cared for cupid perhaps he's just poor marksman
Oh, my dear friend, I wish his aim were true and that he could find your heart!
Bravo this poem.5 Stars! Cupid is in many heart cases and in so many times a failure when it comes to precision and a diligent mind. Surely too tired to do so many arrow plights.Bravo, dear poetess!
As far as I know, this cute cupid only comes once in one's life, and not for so many times. A thought-provoking poem, but I must tell you based upon your loveliest try, he is very very exhausted and has no manpower, but still so soft and tender adolescence. Bravo, poetess!
Beautiful poem on unrequited love. Very true, there are times when Cupid has his quiver empty…Top score
Btw, thanks for your comment on my Ms. Covid Virus Interview poem weeks ago. bri ;)
So, how many times has Cupid hit his ? ? Simmer down and grab a hot chocolate. Sink into the Lazy Boy (chair) , and put your feet up. Tomorrow is another day. bri : )
We have been told many things about cupid's arrow but this poem of yours is wonderful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved this write! Maybe it was not meant to be funny but a couple of lines had me going. I think we have all had an arrow in the at one time or another. Let's face facts, Cupid has rotten aim. I mean he's just a baby! Take the bow away!