Cupid's Victim

Kissed by a feather

Touched by the wind

Without my knowledge

My soul was skinned

My heart was pinned

Hung on your wall

A beauty enslaved

I became your doll

No floor to crawl

A slave to the heart

I wish I'd been killed

By cupid's dart

Displayed like art

A body enframed

Nothing left but a mind

That can never be tamed