Gotcha
“Tingly skies full of surprise oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were, poetic art”
Sneakin’ up like a thief in the night, no warning, no clue
he’s playin’ hearts like a game just what he must do
Laughter spills, eyes lock, ain’t no subtle moves
love’s wild dance got you caught in the grooves
A quick shot, a sharp hit, no time to rehearse
he’s messin’ with your mind and it’s only getting worse
No armor, no defense, no chance to undo
“When cupid’s arrow aims for you, there isn’t much that you can do”
8/10/25
Contest: Gotcha
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