Bared Soul

GOD OF LOVE.

We were sitting on a column of chairs

I was sitting behind you

We weren't talking at all.

And then, suddenly, I saw an arrow

Aiming straight for my heart.

Cupid's arrow, what it was.

I could feel the arrow piercing through my chest

I was waiting for the second arrow, for you

But it never came.

I guess it will just be me, who will love you.

How can Cupid be so unfair?

Why was I the only victim of his arrow?

Why can't it be both of us?

Is he saving up his arrows for his other victims?

Is it just me, in this unrequited love?

Cupid, what a trickster god you are.

Are you having fun, watching us fall?

Fall for someone, we know, can't love us back.

Are you playing games with us?

Don't we have a say on the situation you've put us in?

Cupid, god of love, do you have perfect aim?

Or do you aimlessly point and shoot an arrow

Waiting, on who it will strike?

Does your arrow aim true?

Or is your arrow the one who decides its victims, instead of you?

Cupid, does your arrow strike two people at once

Instead of just one person?

Does that mean he doesn't feel the same way, that I do?

Is he not meant for me and I, for him?

Are we both in this situation called, unrequited love?

Cupid, god of love, next time you aim your arrow,

Please, be it true, aim for the one I'm destined to.

Please, don't make me a victim again in your game.

Aim true, strike us both,

For that, I'm willing to be your victim.