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.
HANNAH PEARLIf 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.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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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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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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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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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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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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Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
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I wait and wait and wait and god I am sick of waiting. To not see your face anymore. To not know the burden that belongs to you. To not imagine the window I looked through the night I found out.
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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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If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
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The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
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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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I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.
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