I hide behind olive branches. So afraid of others knowing what lay beneath the broken rifle. The reality hitting the pavement like bullets that stem from war.
HANNAH PEARLWhat an intimidating kind of beauty a rainbow holds. Then of course, there’s the jealously dripping between vampirish teeth of those who dare mock it.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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I’m from a state that houses too many cornfields and a town that no one takes seriously- in a home where glass cuts hurt less than deeply wounded words.
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If I had a wishing well, I’d wish you well. That the skies hold the key to all you’ve ever wanted, with or without me.
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The hardest part is when the leaves abandon the trees. I seem to always lose a part of me.
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It’s time for me to dust off this weary heart so that I may open it to one whose only open to me. You’re going to miss me when I’m gone and it’ll be too late.
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Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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Your words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
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I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.
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You have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
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Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
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It wasn’t enough fading under surfaces, below waves, swollen pufferfish retracting this inflated love that not even you could believe in.
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Love is believable. I reckon I’ll just see it when I see it.
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Remember me in burnt coffee mornings, warm hugs, fresh sunday snow. Know that you loved me too cautiously.
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Write me as if I were already a poem. Pen the stanzas as if storms and ships could birth something sacred. Color it a religious experience.
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When words tripped off the side of your grin, I felt the statement slip toward my ear like the slide of a skateboard on griptape – how it led me to hate a sport I’ve never even tried.
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