Cupid's death

by perfectly unperfect   Sep 25, 2008

We all know who he his, we've all seen his work
you call him cupid but i call him a jerk
his arrows are supposed to find you love that will last over time
but he must have chosen wrong when he picked that one that was mine
because i fell in love but my certain someone didn't
cupid watched me fall head over heels and laughed at every minute
he thought it was the funniest thing he's ever seen
and he didn't care how it affected me
how could he get so much enjoyment out of my pain, i will never know
but if i ever see cupid again ill shoot him in the back with his own arrow


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