Poem: Wounded Heart

Oh! My eyes menstruated! My head was heavy! I was quaking in my boot.

 Getting rid of it was an uphill task. The watery salty substance turned out to be the icecream I eat on daily basis.

 The alluring damsel was on pin and needle. Avoiding to stir up an hornets' nest, I hurried into the room to let off the steam. 

 The drone of humming work of technology intimidaOh! My eyes menstruated! My head was heavy! I was quaking in my boot. Getting rid of it was an uphill task. The watery salty substance turned out to be the icecream I eat on daily basis. The alluring damsel was on pin and needle. 

 Avoiding to stir up an hornets' nest, I hurried into the room to let off the steam. The drone of humming work of technology intimidated my voice.

 Even the cacophony of voices from nearby market contributed to it. Groping my hands made him think I was blind. Oh! My undulating backside lured him! I could feel the ted my voice. 

Even the cacophony of voices from nearby market contributed to it. Groping my hands made him think I was blind.

 Oh! My undulating backside lured him! I could feel the left index finger swirling in.The feelings! The feelings! Oh! The apples were not ripped yet! The egg was broken! My heart left me, I saw myself sailing down into the tiny tunnel to the world unknown.

 The smell of invisible hands travels through my nostrils. My heart quakes as my eyes bleeds. Oh! The tip of the index finger triggers it. 

 I can hear the screeching sounds rasping through my tiny holes. My heart left me when the force multiplied. 

 Tears of agony are traveling down into the palms of unidentified monster. Little did I know, the Innocent maiden in now incapacitated. 

 The unripe apples were tampered, the egg was chattered and broken. So overwhelming! I saw myself sailing down into the tiny tunnel to the world unknown. 

 He Thought I Was Blind. Oh! The Apple of my downside bleeds! The agony of my tears travels on a lonely road Even the moon and stars could be bear witness that the downpour from my eyes is as deep as Atlantic Ocean Groping my hands! Groping my hands! 

 The imprint of the Monstar's finger is as red as fresh blood. Oh! He thought I was blind. Suddenly, I saw myself sailing down into the tiny tunnel to World unknown.