dear love goddess,
has thy heart forgotten all about mine?
it seems so, in the least,
sweet Venus.
i am certain this all amuses you much,
to watch humans such as myself
suffer not from love
but instead the lack of it,
the thing that paints our hearts green
when walking past enamoured people
and seeing those wretched,
silly
little
blind
creatures
all over our screens.
then again,
you have all the right to call me a hypocrite,
for those lovesick monsters,
blind and deaf to the world,
are what i wish the most to be.
oh, Venus,
what kind of wicked spell
have you placed upon me?
©-rey
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