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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PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. None of them are arranged in any particular order, but the dates are recorded, so I would advice considering my age when I wrote these. Enjoy! =D