sometimes i crave to feel skin deep so i no longer sleep restlessly in the shadows keeping their feet warm in my heart Share this:FacebookTwitterGoogleLike this:Like Loading... two stones; all fours where the perfume of winter roses go Categories: Poetry, Post A Day 2017Tags: A Year of Poetry, bottled up emotions, emotions, existentialism, heart, Poetry, postaday, thoughts, Writing Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.