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Cupid’s arrow like a piercing dart

Shot right through my loving heart

Supposed to feel loved

Is what I thought after cupid shoots?

His arrow

 It has been shot , now dripping

With blood  a hole is all that left

Your arrow hit the wrong One,

 Leaving me in pain.

I find this all just a game

You fly around playing matchmaker,

Not really thinking will they forsake it.

I have seen you work before,

 Through my friends and family,

Your arrow

More like a bullet,

Shot with such intents never making sense.

Once again broken and burnt

Your arrow didn't work

Just pain is all I seem to have gained

Leaving me thinking what will remain