Dear Cupid, how could you just let my poor heart bleed itself to death?
I, under your watchful eye, have longed for lovers’ breath
but you have hurt me; have stolen my own innocence from me… 106 more words
It’s no secret that Cupid and I have this hate/hate thing going on. Basically, he’s jealous because I’m a much better archer than he is. Don’t get me wrong, Cupid is an excellent marksman, he needs to be. 445 more words