Wednesday, July 29, 2009

COME TO ME, CUPID

Come to me, Cupid;
Grant me a new life.
Hang my old self on the stand;
I do not want to miss it when you go.
Shoot me with your finest arrow.
Do not let it go in too deep;
I have got to heal.
Come to me, Cupid.

Come to me, Cupid;
Aim for my right side;
I need to use my head.
Do not take me off my feet;
I need to stand up after the fall.
Take me under your wings;
Do not promise me forever.
Come to me, Cupid.

No comments:

Post a Comment