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.
HANNAH PEARLI 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.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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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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The moon may bring peace, but the sun, she offers resilience.
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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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I’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
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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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The hardest part is when the leaves abandon the trees. I seem to always lose a part of me.
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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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Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
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Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
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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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The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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You have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
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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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Love is believable. I reckon I’ll just see it when I see it.
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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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