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Hole-Puncher

With a hole-puncher

you start making tiny tiny holes on my heart

happiness and sorrow flow into these cuts

finding it harder and harder each day to breathe

thousands and thousands of tiny holes in my heart

Looking at the place where it used to be

an unrecognise heart stares back at me

'why are you doing this to me!?'

'you are supposed to protect me!' it screams

A loud thug came

vowing never to be back again

it left me there and then

A hole-puncher in your hand

tiny holes tiny cuts hang

my heart no longer in your hand

rAin decided to pay a visit to this small city after so long..first strong strong winds came..the sound it made feels like many dragons flew past flipping their big wings..soon smell of rain filled the air..and rain started dancing down..it actually feels good cuz i havent been ok..again..as i dont smile much..and whatever mood im in its all written on my face..im often being called/label emo and moody..im not like other gals..whom are alwaz full of smiles..who are alwaz cheerful(thus well-loved..well-liked by others)..i am not like that at all..i cant pretend to be like these gals..i cant..

im easily affected by the words/behaviour/attitude of the person i feel for..many will say im stupid for having my heart on my sleeve..stupid for getting hurt so freaking easily..am i stupid in this way?..am i stupid liking/loving a person the way i do?..am i stupid im willing to sacrifice for the one i like/love?..am i stupid im willing to give it all up for the one i like/love?..many made me feel/think i am..to them im ultra stupid..a gal like me is unable to survive in this city..a city with no human touch..

*pics from black-white tumblr*