I can hear the string stretch
As I pull the arrow and aim
I never miss, they say
But truly, my arrows waste
I will always be not at fault
See, the arrows needed are two
Connected like strings it pull
The two lovers until they fall
I am the god of love but I never create love
I am the builder of bridges
That let two beings become one
But see, it is not my fault.
The connection let them see
A way to love only a few heartbeats away
But in the midst of the birth of love
They break the knot and part ways...
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
I can hear the string stretch
As I pull the arrow and aim
I never miss, they say
But truly, my arrows waste
I will always be not at fault
See, the arrows needed are two
Connected like strings it pull
The two lovers until they fall
I am the god of love but I never create love
I am the builder of bridges
That let two beings become one
But see, it is not my fault.
The connection let them see
A way to love only a few heartbeats away
But in the midst of the birth of love
They break the knot and part ways...
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