Sunday, December 10, 2017

Crossbow

I was unprepared
For this Heart, I find
Wanting you to be
Never on my mind

Poison tipped arrow
Aimed with precision
Sidestepping happy
Making no decisions

Perhaps maybe I
Will one day understand
Why my broken heart
Rejects a lover’s hands

Until then I wait
Weary and heart-whole
Never taking chances
Avoiding Cupid’s bow


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