anamika singh Poet Free verse

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What do I do with all the love
I had left?
What do I do with all the things unsaid?
What do I do with all the lies,
spun so well?
With my love just hanging there,
for a ghost never meant to stay —
all my love, unsaid.

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Sara Kendrick December 9, 2025 at 2:10 PM I enjoyed reading this one today. I can understand the pain of someone hurting us and then we also know we have love to give to someone who would appreciate it. Way to go with this work. Thank you for sharing. Sara K