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?
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Author:
PoeticBiscuit (
Offline) - Published: June 27th, 2023 06:59
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Comments2
Now you've said it! lol.
what's left to say is the awesome poems that you're writing- well done darling
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