I wish I could bottle up this scent for winter days when it feels like this town will never see sun again.
HANNAH PEARL
I’ve been afraid to look at the woman in the mirror. Everyday she looks less and less like me. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever find my way back home.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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I wish I could bottle up this scent for winter days when it feels like this town will never see sun again.
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There’s a mystery in you; a puzzle to solve- mystical elements to a love that you’ve longingly ached for.
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What 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.
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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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I haven’t wept for days, only shuffling feet, carrying weights, ignoring the pain, numbing the face. Its all a charade.
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My god is a moment, a whimsical idea, a whisper. A hope bending itself into a prayer.
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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.
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Needle in a haystack, a small town on a roadmap, searching for you through the abstract- how incredibly hard to find.
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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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Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
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You ever stare at something so long the colors blend together? Even the most neutral tones take on a life of their own, fold themselves into shapes that morph into creatures – wolves and goblin.
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Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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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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If I’m wrong about you, let’s face it instead of fading like tire marks swallowed by rain. Run me into the midst of a storm. Leave me to drown there.
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You will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.
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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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