I Killed Cupid

A feeling that makes you sweat and mummer,
With sweaty palms isn’t love ,
Oxytocin that is found in the neural peptide,
Isn’t love.

I killed Cupid.
For my hands,
weren’t the ones she was
Meant to hold ,
“ Love comfort thee like sunshine “
She lied to William Shakespeare’s,
An old man’s wounded hands that gathered salt.
Guess Romeo and Juliet died a natural death,
Was not love.

I killed Cupid
For her I met her needs,
Yet mine plead.
Lost like a broken raft at sea,
I stabbed her I agree.
I killed Cupid

Written by Mukisa Joshua. © All rights reserved.