Cupid pulled back his bow
thrusting forward his two arrows
one hit the lady straight at her chest
she met a gentleman, first sight love at its best
the other hit the gentleman right on his eyes
he saw the lady but towards her love he was blind
she passed him and let out and admiring sigh
he did not bother to glance when she walked by
So that is why love stories go the way they do
because one arrow will hit me and the other one shall miss you
maybe one day I'll find my own gentleman
and I'll pull out cupid's venomous arrow using my bare hand
then we can write our own and new chapter
one that ends with 'and they lived happily ever after..'
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CHAMBER OF MEMORIES
RomanceThe act of arranging short fictional bursts of emotion to serve the purpose of homes; as a shelter for the lost and lonely. And to those who call themselves the happy ones, Nice try, but we know the truth.
