There’s a mystery in you; a puzzle to solve- mystical elements to a love that you’ve longingly ached for.
HANNAH PEARLYour words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
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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Love is believable. I reckon I’ll just see it when I see it.
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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 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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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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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’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
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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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Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
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Your words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
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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.
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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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Surely I could never be certain of how many stars I’ve counted in the sky or of how such tiny particles can be build into wild-eyed stories like Aquarius and Cassiopeia. I could read you as I would the constellations and never tire.
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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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