Arrow
Arrow by day
Arrow by night
that's what he is known for
sitting on my bed
waiting for the love of my life
but instead a man with
bow and arrow arrive
he was cute but not my type
he shot me with an arrow so
I scream and fight
I can't believe this was
my fate and fight
before I could ask what
I have done
I was madly in love
he was taking me for a bride
because of what my father
had done
Arrow by day
Arrow by night
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Love Yourself, Again
PoetryWe would like to Congratulate our February 2019 Contest Winner @sonakshisrivastava!! Hello and Welcome to our February 2019 Poetry Contest. All members of the Poets Pub are welcome to join in, there will be 4 poetry prompts through out the month of...
