The head breaks away from the body as the strength of the pull rips away. I was struck with one of Cupids arrows, but now that it has failed I am left with the scar of past. As the pain subsides and you think the arrow is gone forever as the soft touch of time slowly pulled it out, things seem to only get worse. Some of it stays in you, the head of the beast that won�t let go. You can never get it out of you. It is not something to curse or cry over; you are now stronger as it stays inside of you. A day will come when you are shot again, a time when you forget this ugly past. The past that so slowly subsided inside of you, but you learned that mistake before and the same thing will not happen again. Maybe that arrow was just ripped out of you and the wound still screams with pain, you need to keep going. It seems useless and impossible but there is someone else who holds that key to your heart, they are waiting for you.
