write with lips what can’t be said with fingertips. the heart grows dead if you throw her hopes too far into your head Share this:FacebookTwitterGoogleLike this:Like Loading... wishing wells pink eyelids Categories: Poetry, Post A Day 2017Tags: A Year of Poetry, bottled up emotions, death, emotions, heart, life, Poetry, postaday, thoughts, words, 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.