My Worthless Cupid

I have to say I’m very distressed
I sent you out and each time you missed
How am I going to find someone special to hold
If you can’t shoot an arrow cuz you’re just too old.

Why do I get the Cupid that is blind
Most of the time I probably wouldn’t mind
But on this day I’d at least like to dream
Yet every time you miss I feel I could scream.

Too fat to fly and too slow to just walk
You can’t shoot straight and you’re forbidden to talk
So each woman who I think might give me a smile
You let fly that arrow and miss by a mile.

Maybe if the Devil would give me a chance at a deal
I could get you a shotgun and arrows of steel
But what good would that do me if you got off a shot
Just another love gone, one you killed on the spot.

So I give up on Cupid, I just have to stay by myself
I take this old heart and put it back on the shelf
There is always the chance that some sweet lady will be
Strapped with a Cupid that is blind and he’ll pick me.


About graypoet

Just one that at times puts the words to the page and lets them fall as they might.
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4 Responses to My Worthless Cupid

  1. Phyllis Sears says:

    you are never alone and your heart certainly doesn’t go on a shelf. Unfortunately with Cupid we pick the wrong ones for him to shoot. Love and Hugs and Happy Valentine’s Wishes. Great poem my dear friend

  2. graypoet says:

    Reblogged this on Gray Poet and commented:

    Time to reblog one of my old posts…

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