Archive, Poetry Complications | Poem December 5, 2019 No Comments What makes my curse alive, Often it creates worlds. Will my soul be your, When I write your grace? Watch me over, May my curse love the thoughts, I keep beating around the clock. ©sjwordsmith Advertisements Share this:PocketWhatsAppTumblrRedditTelegramMoreFacebookTwitterPinterestSkypeEmailPrintLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... borderlinepersonalityfollowandreadmoreinfamousdarkpoemssurajjangidthestigmaticmind Previous Post Next Post You may also like January 10, 2020 Stay For Sunlight’s Ashes | Poem September 21, 2019 Letter 1 | The Dark Diary January 4, 2020 Stigmatic | Poem Leave a Reply Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.