Open Wound( For Eddie)
The first day I saw him,
He was with a group of men,
Chattering silently,
Something struck me then,
And it was Cupid,
I was wounded.
Whenever I saw him,
My analytical mind would completely shut down,
Exposing my reactive mind,
Thus,
My actions grew irrational.
But now,
I am struggling to heal,
I have taken out the arrow,
But the wound is still there.
Copyright © Rashida Bryan | Year Posted 2007
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