It wasn't cupid's arrows that punctured my heart.
No, instead it was your words that injured me like a dart;
fast and silent, now it's far too late.
I can't recover and that's my own mistake.
I didn't want to fall, but it was never my decision,
you wanted me then and you seemed to have perfect precision.
But, sadly unlike arrows sprung from love
your dart appeared to die when push came to shove.
A/N: Happy Valentines Day everyone, and thank you to those who vote, comment and share. Love you guys lots. ~Kitty xx
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PoetryEunoia (n.) beautiful thinking. Galaxies in her head, light in her soul, Beauty in her words, passion beyond control, Writing for love, trying to stay whole. A collection of poetry. Each chapter is an untold story, conceive it...
