What’s left to say?

PoeticBiscuit

My throat burns,

I go to speak-

Nothing comes out,

What is left to say?

That hasn’t already been said.

I spilled my heart onto pages,

That you crumpled up,

Thrown in the bin-

Not recycled,

Right to the trash.

Yet my throat still burns,

What more could I possibly say?

  • Author: PoeticBiscuit (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 27th, 2023 06:59
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    Now you've said it! lol.

  • Kinsey Peterson

    what's left to say is the awesome poems that you're writing- well done darling



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