Haters and the hated
pledged unto cupid
the golden couple of love
with a pint of poison
Unbeknownst,
Cupid held it
upon the life of love
Onto the breath of lovers
For the drink,
red as blood of love
concealed the green of posion
made a fine drink
With a dip of the golden cup
flew the cupid's bow
straight to the left of the innocent's chest
where his breath lived
Sprouted a love on the innocent
As strong as the sky
Pure as a dove
poisonous as the abyss
Akin to the light and dark
Love as a blind bait
Hate as a prison gate
besieged his heart
Caging him onto him
Ravaged his calm
pillaged his soul
tied his goal
Left his soul
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Emotional cripple
Poetry"Is that paint on your lips?" they ask. • • • • • "Yes, the paint of my tainted soul," she say. -A collection of free style poems-
