Glass drops
Pouring from the vast vase.
Angels crying up there cuz
Little cupid lost all his arrows.
God's tears drooping from their golden eyes
Cuz little cupid shot all his arrow down here.
Directing the devils near by
Pitter patter on the green grass
Muddy ground and a sky with no mass.
Streaks of light peeping through the grey clouds.
Who knew cupids arrow would turn into bolting fears.
Smashing the earth with thunderous hate.
For love always needed...hate.
Good to know that no one knows
That i am standing under the rain
Drenched and wet upto the grain.
Face covered with drops
Or maybe tears.
Oh no one knows
No more mask
Only love and..hate
Chirping babies crying for mothers.
But little do they know.
She is hiding under the tree sheltering her feathers.
The ground as it drowns
Flooding us with sorrow wounds.
God's tear streaked face
Cuz little cupid lost all his arrows.
Cuz he shot them all down here.
We know love always needed hate
And then arrows turned into bolts of loathe
Little cupid.
His fate
His love turned into hate
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Broken Reflection : You
PoetryWhere should i go to the left where nothing is right or to the right where nothing is left? If loving someone makes you loathe yourself, is it even love? Who will draw stars around my scars? Who carries the genuine warm smile for all your cold numb...
