Archive, Poetry Bruises | Poem December 7, 2019 No Comments If rains could heal my soul, I would’ve drenched on it breathless. Isn’t rain that hurts more; A simple touch of yours feel alone, Let’s get naked and lost, Ruins are singing sadness Where we screamed secrets. ©sjwordsmith Advertisements Share this:PocketWhatsAppTumblrRedditTelegramMoreFacebookTwitterPinterestSkypeEmailPrintLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... borderlinepersonalityfollowandreadmoreinfamousdarkpoemssurajjangidthestigmaticmind Previous Post Next Post You may also like March 4, 2020 I Pray, It Is Passing! | Poem September 15, 2019 Desirous Needs | Poem March 13, 2020 Know What I’m Becoming | Poem Leave a Reply Cancel reply This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.