Miss Cupid-ity.
With all I had to give— pride set aside;
sorting through the fields of all the same;
This, and my heart, and all my feelings;
found Miss Contradiction—
who brought me games.
Do I magnet less than quality?
do I draw the pictures
of undesired?
Do I wear a sign within my soul that reads…
"seeking a love that's
worn and tired?"
Wherever flies her cupids may;
wherever faults have
wearied my chance;
Wherever lies my tries gone wrong
smiles the broken
arrow's trance;
Do I weaken my voice of reason?
do the ides
mystify my mind?
Do I wear a sign within my smile that reads…
"seeking a love to
charity my time?"
With all I had to give— reservations on hold
eyes closed and it looks all the same;
This, and my heart, and my hopes for love;
found Miss Cupid-ity—
who brought me games.
Mark Anthony Thomas
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