Cupid must be my arch enemy
For he shoots arrows reapetedly at me with no mercy
He tells my heart to fall
But my mind knows the stakes are tall
My eyes could fill a bucket full
My hands could write until it aches and it will only stop when it starts to shake
So here's another letter for you
Another broken heart for me
But for your sake and my mind
I'll sign it with a name that you just might like
YOU ARE READING
Train Of Thought
PoetryMy thoughts put into words. It's like a peek into my brain...kind of
