Short poems

Stab Cupid.

Stab Cupid.
12/08/2018
I find myself missing you.
Stab Cupid.
He makes my heart race when I’m happy in last place,
He wants me to pass Go, I’m happy back three spaces.
He wants my pieces checked and mated.
I want to castle and have this game escalated.
I can’t draw I’ve a dull flush.
I’m packing lies to her royal tush.
Stab Cupid.
I find myself missing you.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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