Cupid Falls
Cupid calls
To my heart of slate
Underneath the walls
In front of the gate
There he falls
His arrows won't penetrate
Just dissipate
Into thousands
Of granules of sand
Which will coat
His bloody hand
That was used
To break many man
From his bow
Arrows no longer fled
For he knows now
Love is truly dead….
Copyright © Jim Campbell | Year Posted 2008
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