tutushthepoet CUPID My heart beats for someone. But who? Screams so loud, tries to tell me. I listen but can’t hear it. Who is this mysterious person, Told Cupid to shoot me? Like a side-effect of a drug so powerful, Every sound around me blurs, My sight blurs…I see the angel of love, Holding a shotgun at me. I see a pink scar on my heart. Tell me Cupid, don’t mumble! Tell me who hired you? Who makes me write this poem?