My heart aches,
a bees’s stinger,
a terrible singer,
is it a man or a woman,
is it a show of the famous Hooman?
i’m hurt,
my heart won’t fall for my winks,
a sweet charmer to others,
a poor charmer to myself,
feelings do make one’s body ache,
down from the toe,up to to the neck,
there is too much darkness,
i long for a daybreak,
the most sensitive part,
oh my sensitive heart,
i woke up like this,
my warm body with a cold heart,
if i smile,my heart will frown,
no heart is ugly,but mine is,
i want my heart back,soft and tender just like those of minors.
Dark hands 