Targeted, Locked & Shot (Cupid's Casualty)

This love is a burden, A heavy parasite
whose saliva releases a toxic joy
Drunk, i stumble, my feet catching my fall
S laming my head into everything, thinking i'm ok

And if God has scripted this scene
Where our heroine is approached by a commoner
who attempts to swoon her with verbiage so verbose
But her hero's lines have yet been read.

I wonder if these feelings are beyond my control
That if being in love means I'm a victim
Targeted, locked, and shot. Cupid's casualty
Casually concealing my confession-my crush.

I will write sonnets, Compose and conduct
Symphonies of naked, choirs of authentic truth
Chanting my love songs and odes to your grace
Yet I fear you do not like my music.

I wonder if these feelings are beyond my control
That if being in love means I'm a victim
Targeted, locked, and shot. Cupid's casualty
Casually concealing my confession-my crush.

If I were to admit these admirations
compelled to abandon my asylum
I'd surely be awaiting annihilation
By the rejection in your eyes

Why does this feeling refuse to retire?
Conviction convinced, yet a coward
Shuddering at the thought of negation
For what if you do not love me?

I wonder if these feelings are beyond my control
That if being in love means I'm a victim
Targeted, locked, and shot. Cupid's casualty
Casually concealing my confession-my crush.