Poked, shot, struck downBy Cupid’s arrow
This lonely fellow
But hello
Fine
Sublime
Girl who will never be mine
* * *
Your fingertips
How I will miss
A touch
You brush
My skin
Such sin
* * *
And your words
So beautiful girl
Your smile
I’d walk a thousand miles
For a song
Is that wrong
* * *
Buttons popping
Pants dropping
Zippers cutting
And I’m huffing
At the look of you
For you are too beautiful to be true
* * *
Your kiss
I miss
The taste
To chase
A vampire
If you I could sire
* * *
To take your hand
I’d be your man
But this love story
Ends gory
Without a sound
You’ll strike me down
* * *
As the Aztecs
I’ll be next
You’ll never say yes
I won’t have sex
Not one night
No love for life
Love cuts like a knife
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
To take your hand
I’d be your man
But this love story
Ends gory
Without a sound
You’ll strike me down
* * *
As the Aztecs
I’ll be next
You’ll never say yes
I won’t have sex
Not one night
No love for life
Love cuts like a knife
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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