Gods confabulate against love
sending Cupid to hit us
with one of his arrows in our back
touching the deepest of the heart.
Damn gods
that play with us
messing with our feelings
killing our hopes.
How would it be if Cupid doesn't work,
how would love arrive,
who would be the culprit
of the pain,
of the broken hearts
of the fallen tears
of the lonely nights.
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