I wish I could bottle up this scent for winter days when it feels like this town will never see sun again.
HANNAH PEARLI miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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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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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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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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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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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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My god is a moment, a whimsical idea, a whisper. A hope bending itself into a prayer.
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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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It wasn’t enough fading under surfaces, below waves, swollen pufferfish retracting this inflated love that not even you could believe in.
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The moon may bring peace, but the sun, she offers resilience.
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The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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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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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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Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
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