I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
RENEE STONETell me I’m sun-kissed, but you burn my skin. And you already told me, I was paper thin.
More Renee Stone Quotes
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And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’
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The thought of you having to try hurts because it feels like you should have known to let me go before you grabbed ahold.
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I write poems of the past; they reveal the reasons we didn’t last.
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When you write me into your story, don’t set my end in stone. Feel free to let me go. I’d like to join your story, but remember I have my own.
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My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.
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My body is a field site of muscle memory and weathered bones.
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Reading has always been my sweetest escape, but I write to convey that which I want to escape or what scares me to say, even if it’s something positive.
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I wonder why I’m so empathetic, why people perceive me to be so kind. I don’t want my heart to burn when there’s no one burning mine.
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Let go of the honey-sweet lies for the bittersweet truths.
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I still have a scar from the time someone said, ‘Sometimes love isn’t enough.’
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When you and the world are out of breath, take the steps to ensure your own needs are met. By the moment you know someone can’t on their own, you’ll hopefully be ready to help.
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I don’t think anyone really gets my attachment to the little things. They call it insignificant and say that it is what it is. I think it all adds up to what we stand for. The little things add up to something meaningful and so does the complacency.
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The free for all of love – these tiny acts within our capability. In turn, reciprocation is of no concern. We just want people to listen and learn that love is granted to all.
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You wonder why you didn’t do it sooner – why you didn’t clear your mind when the clouds loomed.
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You are chaos in my heart – clogging up my arteries. I can’t move on or bring in more love than what was at the start
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