Cupid Poem by Dylan Dowrick

Cupid



Pain; like a ton of bricks.
Pang; someone pinched.
Throb; a bruise on my heart.
Discomfort; I have to fart.
Ache; My eyes are closing.
Agony; My heart unyielding.
Love; Like a roller coaster of untouched emotion, un-felt gestures, and an un-propelled, totally off target -target- where only the spirits know best.

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