cant find the words to give a description for this one

red dart

She moves like liquid
Smooth and rapid
Aiming her dart like Cupids arrow
Straight for the heart

Can't escape although I try
This poor boy is damned to die
Don't cry don't cry don't cry for me

It's a game we play don't worry
i'll be back some other day
For right now i'm not ok
She got me


Poetry by philip reis
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Written on 2006-11-22 at 18:47

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Oh, wow, I love this, Red dart, a wonderful metaphor for this woman.
A seductive and stylish poem.

I really like your work, I have added you as my writing friend too:)
Thanks for adding me:)

betsy Firefly
It's a tricky thing dodging those arrows!