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.
HANNAH PEARLIt wasn’t enough fading under surfaces, below waves, swollen pufferfish retracting this inflated love that not even you could believe in.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
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The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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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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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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My god is a moment, a whimsical idea, a whisper. A hope bending itself into a prayer.
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The moon may bring peace, but the sun, she offers resilience.
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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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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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I am hurting. I am angry. I am one hundred and thirty-two synonyms of regret, but atleast its proof that I was here.
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Your promises shatter like glass. Sliced nerves for every lie that travels from your tongue.
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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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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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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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I haven’t wept for days, only shuffling feet, carrying weights, ignoring the pain, numbing the face. Its all a charade.
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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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