i've used up
all my arrows
on you. and there
you stand, unfazed,
untouched by my
awful aim. so
i surrender, i give
in and put my
bow away. i know
when i've lost
at this game we
so deftly toyed with
and played.
i know now that
i could never find
your heart with
a thousand fresh
arrows, or even one
for each sad day
to aim and send
your way.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
1 comment:
you never pierced her heart because your eyes wandered with the release of each arrow, distracted by the possibility of the unknown beauty lurking around the corner or in the shadows.
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