Speaking of Roman Gods,
that love drunk Cupid,
Feel nothing for his lonely soul,
Slaying his victims,
condemning their hearts,
to enternity's unfortunate hole.
A mischievous plan.
Deciding one's fate
that love drunk Cupid,
I have become to hate.
He is no saint, no angel from above,
it was Cupid who deprived me
from the one I could have loved.
So the next time you're feeling,
"Oh No!Who is Cupid's boo?"
Feel not for his lonely soul
That arrow shooting,
half naked,
love drunken fool.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
Speaking of Roman Gods,
that love drunk Cupid,
Feel nothing for his lonely soul,
Slaying his victims,
condemning their hearts,
to enternity's unfortunate hole.
A mischievous plan.
Deciding one's fate
that love drunk Cupid,
I have become to hate.
He is no saint, no angel from above,
it was Cupid who deprived me
from the one I could have loved.
So the next time you're feeling,
"Oh No!Who is Cupid's boo?"
Feel not for his lonely soul
That arrow shooting,
half naked,
love drunken fool.
My feelings about Valentine's Day and Cupid.