Arrow

look at it glisten as it flies

how beautifully made it is

so sleek and thin

perfectly made

to pierce through skin

it glides through the air

as graceful as a swan

avoiding the flood

they say all the beauty

is in the first drop of blood

it digs into the body

slicing through flesh and bone

almost like art

carving a beautiful incision

on top of the heart

it engraves a name

with it's pointed edge

so deep until it's caught

the head of an arrow

there stuck in a knot

too deep to retrieve

too deadly to try

there it will stay away

now leaving aches whenever the name

you attempt to say

but you're told it's beautiful

despite all the pain

others know nothing of

though that my friend is the twisted thing

you and i call love