Cupid's been trying to take a shot
He tries for me and my love
but maybe those arrows weren't really for us
It was just for me that it hit my heart twice.
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Poetry" it takes a pen, paper and a lot of heartaches for you to feel your pain and soul collide." xyz
XXVIII. Cupid
Cupid's been trying to take a shot
He tries for me and my love
but maybe those arrows weren't really for us
It was just for me that it hit my heart twice.
