Torn up photos.
Ripped to shreds.
Baby you went.
You left me for dead.
Standing on the sidewalk.
Swinging your broadsword.
Played darts with cupid's arrows.
Poor shot.
Shots came from bottles.
Cupid missed.
Probably ******
Usually is.
Dizzy.
Busy.
Drinking.
Coffee.
Thinking.
Shrinking.
A violet not.
Guess I forgot.
So what's love?
(c)LIVVI
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 1:59 PM UTC
Torn up photos.
Ripped to shreds.
Baby you went.
You left me for dead.
Standing on the sidewalk.
Swinging your broadsword.
Played darts with cupid's arrows.
Poor shot.
Shots came from bottles.
Cupid missed.
Probably ******
Usually is.
Dizzy.
Busy.
Drinking.
Coffee.
Thinking.
Shrinking.
A violet not.
Guess I forgot.
So what's love?
(c)LIVVI
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