You will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.
HANNAH PEARLYou are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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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 miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.
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Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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You have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
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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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I waited, quietly listened, cupped my ear to your mouth, but silence echoed grievously in the absence of sound. It was only warm breath and then emptiness.
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Remember me in burnt coffee mornings, warm hugs, fresh sunday snow. Know that you loved me too cautiously.
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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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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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And when I walk alone, I speak in deaf tones. I’m screaming and no one knows, no one knows. No one pays attention to where the sound goes.
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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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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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