Disaster Love - Poem by Kathrine Pierce
The devils cupid
His black arrow my skin pierced.
Makes my soul lipid.
Why did Cupid pick the merest?
For he is dearest
Yet I bet he sees me worthless
Match made in hell
I’ve fallen into the love spell
I hear loves bell
For him everything I’d sell
I hate this love
Will he ever feel the same?
I need to tame
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