With all the things that could’ve been said
But never said when they should’ve been said
I run the mill in my mind of all things never said
Exhausting all ends of every possibility
On things that would’ve been said
And how those things would’ve lead
To other hopeful things to be said
In the form of words instead
of body language that said
I promise to rule with you
Until the end of the earth
Soaring on the love
That should’ve been done
But didn’t exist
Because of things that
Never, but could’ve
And would’ve
And should’ve been said.
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Devyn Sharel
Devyn Sharel is a fiction writer, poet & Film enthusiast. She enjoys writing fiction romance, drama and other genres that challenge her creative comfort zone.
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