Poetry

Cupid’s Gun

The day where what’s broken starts, the division between a lustful and loving heart, the day where we both depart, cupids arrow is replaced with a revolver to my head, our duet has turned into a game of russian roullete, whose bet? Whose next? Who said love is always warm and won’t make you shiver, who turn is it to pull this trigger?

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