Alone.
With nothing but my heart
as cold as winter.
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These Ten Words I Long to be Heard
PoetryTen-words stories. I write these mostly at midnight... when sleep seems to be a hundred mile away, taking its sweetest time to wander, leaving me wide awake. *** (Note: Picture used in the book cover is not mine. I just saw it on the internet and ed...
Entry #22
Alone.
With nothing but my heart
as cold as winter.
