For PoetsPub February Be Mine Contest (Week One: Cupid's POV)
My job is never simple.
I hunt and scavenge around.
Picking out lovely suitors.
My arrows earthbound.
I'm no Call Of Duty shooter,
But boy, if I hit or miss.
The fate of the next winker.
Will bring your butt a kiss.
Yet even so, I need a vacation.
Out of the clouds and into breeze.
A break I need from flirtation.
The calm to soothe my tease.
Love and cliche, I make matches.
But I remain silent and lonely.
My wings are torn without patches.
My bow my only precious trophy.
Is there a cupid for a cupid?
Is there an angel not suited?
A soul for a soul, no doubt is music.
So why is poor cupid not included?
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Drifting Poetry
Poetry*****E-AWARDS WINNER [Third Place in Poetry]***** A selection of poems created when inspiration was plentiful.... This book is now completed! Started: 2015 Ended:2019
