There’s a mystery in you; a puzzle to solve- mystical elements to a love that you’ve longingly ached for.
HANNAH PEARLWrite 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.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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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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Your words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
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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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The hardest part is when the leaves abandon the trees. I seem to always lose a part of me.
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If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
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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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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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The moon may bring peace, but the sun, she offers resilience.
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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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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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Indigo child, you hid secret under graves, picked at the lamb stuck between teeth, felt around for monsters we once reaped. But the monster turned out to be free.
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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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Some days, my mind still flickers, but the light doesn’t stay on. Kind of like the hope I felt when your fingers squeezed my palm. But they simply call that a reflex.
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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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