1 August 2012
Youth in hands & hands we hold.
A house of cards & love to be sold.
Cupid in the clouds, sense of security.
Feelings so unexplainable, they remain,
Untold. Hand holding. Morals folding.
Perfecting the test subject.
Cupid's arrow, sharp weapon of love.
Shot down from the storm clouds above.
Target practice enough never enough.
Missed the heart, an invisible arrow.
Tearing its way in, ripping emotions apart.
Cupid's Targets • Opuss № I