always I make the loving pair
yet there's none for me anywhere
and on that sad February day
I'll be alone while others play
not fair that I can never earn
my very own love, have a turn
so, down to Austrailia I went
to have one of my arrows bent
my plan, to get to finally see
great love, when it comes back to me
In a list
A contest entry
- Who Killed Cupid???? by Tattboyspet.
450 points, ended February 14, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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lol! Methinks perhaps 'ole Cupid stands more a chance of falling pregnant than finding love
thank you for you entry
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Great take on the prompt. Poor cupid, he killed himself, maybe he was tired of all the rhyming poetry written about him.
Love,
Amera♥
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Never! The little megalomaniac was an attention whore.
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