Arrows of Cupid couldn't pierce through your chest,
Borrowed time forever couldn't finish this quest,
Regrets are hoarding, I'm hoping they didn't fall,
Inside this tired heart or else I'll have to crawl,
Lower and deeper than my chances so small.
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Days turn to weeks, weeks into full moons,
Excitement shall end in some time soon.
Risks turn to fears, fears into silence,
Excitement shall knock on his frigid conscience,
Kissing in a little prescience.
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Arrows of Cupid couldn't pierce you any softer,
Regrets are falling, that's one thing I know,
And I'm still afraid that maybe your answer's
No.
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