A cupid with a golden head
A smile on his angelic face
I had to shoot him dead
Before he put me in my place
Because I've been a bad girl
I haven't loved the way I should
My paper heart began to curl
I burned it so no one else could
But in the laws of love and lust
Such things are punishable by the death
He was sent to arrow the unjust
But I was waiting, eager breath by breath
Sitting in a rose garden, quietly debating
His light foots steps began to ring
Every move I was anticipating
He reached for his bow, as I drew the string
And I killed him with his own arrow
A shot right through the head,
I've never had to love again
As soon as I shot the cupid dead
Feb 14, 2013
Feb 14, 2013 at 11:23 AM UTC
A cupid with a golden head
A smile on his angelic face
I had to shoot him dead
Before he put me in my place
Because I've been a bad girl
I haven't loved the way I should
My paper heart began to curl
I burned it so no one else could
But in the laws of love and lust
Such things are punishable by the death
He was sent to arrow the unjust
But I was waiting, eager breath by breath
Sitting in a rose garden, quietly debating
His light foots steps began to ring
Every move I was anticipating
He reached for his bow, as I drew the string
And I killed him with his own arrow
A shot right through the head,
I've never had to love again
As soon as I shot the cupid dead
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
Happy Valentine's Day.
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