Cupids Trick
Dreaming of a time
When I was yours
And you were mine
Subjecting the insignificant
With a futile fervor
Answer me & I’ll depart
Away from you
Into the dark
Walking through a bog of indecision
Lacking purpose, lacking vision
Never certain where the dice will land
Make believing I’m a man
Supposing destiny will lend a hand
I stumble into morrow
Where my heart knows only sorrow
Chasing fireflies
Across the river Styx
Searching for deliverance
From unrequited love
And Cupids tricks.
Copyright © Skyy Allen | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment