i’m just valentine’s poet
i’m here for your gain
i’ll write you a love song
from my rosy chains

my heartache will harmonize
with your voices
so if you seek quiet
this place isn’t it

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i am cupid’s ghostwriter
he asked me to sing
a little old fantasy
from far off spring

my daydreams bring daisies
my touch brings me ash
i’m pouring my heart out
and that, love, is that

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i am eros’ wordsmith
his muse i am not
oh how must it feel
to be loved by a god?

tender and quiet?
passionate and loud?
could i write a song
that would make them all proud?

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aphrodite’s my patron
she pays for my songs
i sleep in the day
for i write all night long

divinities love me
the sacred do too
a gods favourite mortal
what a life to choose

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you can tug at my heartstrings
and dine on my soul
i know you still love me
i know that it’s so

i’ve been nothing but loyal
i promise, i swear
don’t cast me away
i have one last prayer

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i am death’s favourite poet
while my body rots
so as long as i’m bones
you can call me a god

a god’s favourite mortal
a lie i had sung
they throw us away
when they decide they’re done