Cupid

cupid was a beautiful son
even though he killed someone
a libertine. a settled score.
we will never be ignored.

and what you want
has it happened yet?
the things we need
we may never get.

underneath the boards i sleep
scattered through the broken deep
feet of dreams in streets of clay
waiting to be whisked away

cupid was a beautiful son
even with the things he'd done.
never mind. stick to your guns
the good things only happen once