All the Things I Should've Told You

All the Things I Should've Told You Poems on Love, Grief & Resilience

Shayla Raquel2021
My soul bleeds. Once punctured, It trickles down the page Until it spills, spills, spills. There is no damming the stream Of my soul. The cut is too deep. It is a surge now. And I must bleed it all out to heal.
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Sabrina@sabreads00
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Oct 31, 2022