Cupid's bow
once strong, seeing the many spoils of love
now rests broken and covered by dust
The arrows of emotion
once a crystaline red, now lie blackened
upon the ground
His Wings
Torn and tattered blowing in the wind
forming a heart with the last of their magic.
Tears fall
only to stain the cheeks of the bearer
washing away the hurt, cleansing the soul
Sunday, April 04, 2010
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