Cupid could not have picked,
A more breathtaking lie.
Savor the taste, covet the ache,
your memory, it will not die.
He takes me back, to when we laughed,
our words lost in this dream.
Cupid, I swear how could you dare,
to create such a heavenly and toxic thing?
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PoetryA compilation of poetry that describes love, loss and hardship.
