Disaster Love Poem by Kathrine Pierce

Disaster Love



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?
Disgraceful dove
I need to tame

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