Falling and Breaking

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I am a callow fish

Baited by most fishermen;

I am a callow butterfly

Tormented by most collectors.

Do you see my poor heart?

Tear here, tear there

Wounds bleeding

Gashes dripping.

Alas! My curse continues,

Tormenting and baiting 

Falling and breaking

My poor, torn heart.

A/N: This was a poem I wrote about how I keep on falling for guys easily. Hehe! Poor me!

                                                                     By HasiVA

                                                                     31st March 2012

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