Twisted Arrows
That shot missed the mark totally,
stop throwing your twisted arrows;
Drunk Cupid, lay off the whiskey,
that shot missed the mark totally;
Inner thought conveyed vocally,
hot blood in my veins now bellows;
That shot missed the mark totally,
stop throwing your twisted arrows.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2024
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