Cupid is a terrorist

"Cupid is a Terrorist"


Seein her was like hitting the lottery,
Cupid didn't shoot me with his arrow,
He pulled out an AK and slaughtered me.
He ripped out my heart and handed it to her along with my artery,
And punctured my lung so breathing regularly is hard to me.

And if that's not enough he disabled my vocabulary,
With the exception of 3 words.
So not only do I studdar like nervous nerds,
But I'm blank for adjectives and verbs,
And all I can say is "I love you" for our very first words.

And normally my eyes are brown,
But he also ripped out my pupils and replaced them with red hearts,
And instead of hip-hop instrumentals in my head I hear harps.

Cupid altered my route from LA transit line,
To cloud 9,
With a sign, that read "maximum capacity 2 persons"... her and I.

But I don't really mind,
Because it would be an understatement to state that she's fine.
And the mindstate that's in line,
With me and her to me is just fine.

And thanks to cupid he got me squashing my own grapes just to make her a home made glass of wine.

I look at her so deeply that I can't help but have glossy eyes,
And I know it may sound psycho but sometimes I cry,
Because cupid got me on her so tough that if she needed a body part I would definately donate mine.

The sad thing is its only 11am and I've only known her since 9,
But these past 2 hours have been the time of my life,
And to any other woman that walks by I have blind eyes.

Isn't cupid great!?,
And thanks to him I'll probably lose my job, car and home for her,
I'm in the zone for her,
I'm about to purchase a mobile home,
So wherever she moves I won't be too far from home to her.

And when she's at work I'll clean up her home for her,
Walk the dog and wash her car for her,
And maybe get a new job so I can buy a ring and by this afternoon I could get on one knee and purpose to her.

And they can pronounce us Mr and Mrs by sun down,
I feel like cupid threw me the ball,
I caught it and just scored a touchdown.

Now, all of this sounds good but I don't think its a good thing,
I just went broke, lost my mind and bought her a wedding ring,
And she don't even know my last name let alone my first one,
And I'm already thinking of baby names before she even gives birth to one.

How could cupid ruin my life like this,
And make me live a life like this,
He bruised and cut my heart up with his knife and fist,
And added my name to a sheet of paper that reads "the poor pathetic soul list".

Damn cupid is a terrorist.

END.