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.
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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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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Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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The moon may bring peace, but the sun, she offers resilience.
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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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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.
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The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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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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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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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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I’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
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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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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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My god is a moment, a whimsical idea, a whisper. A hope bending itself into a prayer.
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