I would be lying if I said there were not times that I am an earthquake contained inside this skin.
TYLER KNOTT GREGSONAnd the sound of my smile will be the alarm clock to your morning ears.
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Do you think it possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?
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Promise me you will not spend so much time treading water and trying to keep your head above the waves that you forget, truly forget, how much you have always loved to swim.
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If I died tonight I think I would like to come back as your morning coffee. Just as strong and just as necessary.
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It is hard to not feel broken when it is always quiet enough to hear your pieces rattle.
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I care not about lost firsts, but I will fight, knuckles bloody and teeth sharpened, for your lasts.
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I am so tired of waking to the blank canvas of morning and realizing it won’t be painted with you.
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And the sound of my smile will be the alarm clock to your morning ears.
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Adventure lives a whisper beyond our comfort zones, just half a breathe after No turns into Yes.
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Do broken pianos play broken songs? Do they have busted melodies for busted hearts? Is there a song living inside it that’s waiting to get out? Her keys are shattered and her notes long since silent but I can still hear her song. Just listen, just listen.
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I am a sinking ship made of unsinkable parts.
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Rise and find the grace, for it is all around you.
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And you loved me like I was, and had always been, the answer and the question did not, and would never, matter.
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Find my hand in the darkness and if we cannot find the light, we will always make our own.
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If flowers can grow through blankets of melting snow, there is hope for me too.
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I am made from the creaking beams and rusted nails of a lonely vessel on a lonely sea. I am covered and coated, dusted with old salt water and the frail residue of moonlight.
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