Savage little naked fool <br />with puny weapons of love <br />fly yourself to another heart <br />before I snap your wings. <br /> <br />Point poison arrows at me again <br />and feel the wrath I reap <br />I'm wounded...hurt...yet still beating... <br />so quit aiming at my chest. <br /> <br />4/7/08<br /><br />Viola Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cupid-7/
