Cupid, god of affection.
I could no longer hear
the chants of your angels
I could no longer smell
the fragrance of your spell.
Cupid, god of desire.
I could no longer feel
the fire of my heart
I could no longer see
the joy in its eyes.
Cupid, god of erotic love.
I could no longer see our
ardent lines of intimacy
I could no longer speak
the words I used to say.
Cupid, I could no longer
sense the link between us
I could no longer vision
our kingdom because I do
know that it won't last.
Cupid, I'm shaking inside,
drowned in confusion and
illusioned by daydreams.
Now you tell me, should I
keep it alive or let it die?
YOU ARE READING
Blued Lines
PoetryTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
