Wounded Cupid Poem by kennedy musyoka

If loving you is pain,
am a body full of sores,
if being with You means id die, to the devil i have sold mysoul, for being without you my heart cant take it at all,
am a fish away from fisher men but out of waters reach, if loving you is...Being a slave,
i lost my freedom when into my life you came,
the will to fight i lost it when you came to sight,
if loving you i cant,
better my throat i cut,
for my life aint worth living if ur not a part,
if loving you means i lost my
mind,
to search for it i know i cant,
id rather be mad with you at heart,
than be normal without the one i want
If loving you was a word; it
would be made of all letters, try to spell it; like my love it would take forever, if being with you be a disease i need no cure let me be ill,
a sick dying slave id rather be, with the queen of my heart right by my side..