a/n: supposed to be an acrostic poem but I changed it a little heh
cupid made a mistake
with us.
his aim, usually accurate,
was off.
the arrow hit me,
which was unplanned.
you and I
were never meant to be.
instead, you were supposed to love
her
not me.
did he know how grave a mistake he made?
how my soul is left broken
heart ripped apart
my body breaking apart from
all the pain
well, I guess
turns out I'm the outsider
in this love triangle
and I'm left alone
with all my sorrows.
all because of
cupid's
poor
aim.
YOU ARE READING
Fragments of A Soul
Poetry'I'm no longer a whole; just fragments of a soul. My life is no longer red or yellow or blue; all that's left is a greyish hue. But, my soul will be whole once again and my life will be filled with sunshine and rain. Till then, words will be my esc...
