CUPID, LET’S HAVE THE TALK

Why does it change?

I smiled knowing the preposterousness

Of the raining promises

The smiles from the heart

Lighting the eyes

The heat from our bodies like mild fire from the

Fireplace in the cold being enough

To protect us from the cold

The cold sweat breaking on a cold day,

The impatient feeling on my part

To have ten fingers merge with mine

The security of hands to catch my every fall,

Why does it change?

The childish play that took us ten years back in time

The extinction of smell and dirt

From our noses and eyes

Why does it change?

Change should be good, not bad

So how did it get to this?

Are those feelings humans with mood swings?

Gosh, I can’t believe it can leave

With its place being owned by regrets

Lord of cupid, have a talk with me.

By amoafowaa