Somewhere between their banters and rants,
she had become butter under the sun.
That pair of dark eyes
slowly thawed her heart frozen inside.
Alas, the arrow had hit its mark.
What once was unmoving,
now charged with erratic beating.
Inevitable. Unexpected.
Oh that crazy, crazy Cupid!
He did it again;
shooting hearts in a whim.
Careful!
You might just be
his arrow's next victim.
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A/N:
This was the result of some silly daydreaming of the fictional characters living inside my head. :D
Cheers!
- Mia
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Spilled Ink
PoetryA piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
