![]() Cupid's CrutchesA Poem by MachinaWriter![]() A poem...![]() Evidently I'm simply limping by in this life on crutches crafted from cupid's broken arrows; clambering, awkwardly, yet cautiously on cliffs carved from the crash of our colliding charismas now buried in bitter barrows.
And I can't quite tell if I'm psycho or not, thinking I've turned cupid into a psychopomp; but to me love has always been this way, precarious in the best of ways, but a slow walk all the same. © 2019 MachinaWriter |
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Added on January 1, 2019 Last Updated on January 1, 2019 Author![]() MachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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