I don’t think Cupid’s aim is any good. He keeps shooting me in the butt and then claiming back his arrow. What happened to ‘no take backs’? Whilst my sister is on a mysterious date with her 8-month-boyfriend who I think might actually be The One for her, I am sitting at home scouring the internet for the answers to the French homework.
When you last said goodbye,
was it easy or did you have to lie?
Though I smile,
can you tell that it hurt inside?
If I laugh,
would you treasure the moment or simply let it pass?
Need I look up the definition of harrow
or will you let me keep just this one arrow?
Happy Valentine’s Day.