Bruises | Poem

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

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