first_imgMaybe the arrow from Cupid bow poisoned meMaybe the power to flirt shielded the moral edgeMaybe the unseen force of attract overwhelmedMaybe yin and yang penetrated the Cosmo aboutMaybe the spell of the single hoovers maliciouslyMaybe it is best to just let it float away to VenusI Lost A FriendMaybe the odds are just too rife to keep ignoringMaybe the free talkers make sense of their truthsMaybe the staid posture builds a finer self-esteemMaybe this gun was fired longed before a provokeMaybe the sweetly sea winds sang it all in my earsMaybe bitter pills taken there tingles my taste tooMaybe a sail away to the deep blue will cleanse meI Lost A FriendShare this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)last_img