Let go of the honey-sweet lies for the bittersweet truths.
RENEE STONEAnd I saw forever in your eyes ’til the sunset started to dim your light. You told me you’d always hold me tight, but your warmth faded with the bright.
More Renee Stone Quotes
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Staring into the abyss full of art – hoping for the return of a glimmer or a spark.
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I bear the fruits of your memory in the expression of my art for that is what you gave to the world.
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Flowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.
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I can assure you that I don’t wake up every day with a smile upon my face, and the distance from happiness in the morning isn’t set at a constant rate.
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People struggle with words that spill and overwhelm you because they themselves are sinking.
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I wonder why I’m so empathetic, why people perceive me to be so kind. I don’t want my heart to burn when there’s no one burning mine.
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I wish you could feel it when it’s dark at night, and I think of you when I pass the streetlights. But I know you feel the care without me being there.
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We’re so distant, words can’t save us.
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I spill words among pages so that I can’t say my thoughts are stuck in cages. Can’t say I didn’t let it out when I can say for sure I wrote it down.
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I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
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It felt vulnerable to have people know my weaknesses, but there is so much strength from going back to the start and re-determining who you are.
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I grew up learning history about communities that would support their people (the idea that it takes a village), but all I see are so many people left on their own.
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Somewhere the silence resonates, the clutter clears, and you’re set to start again.
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They tell me summer is coming, and soon we’ll be dancing on the shore. Waiting for the moonlight to light me up amongst the starlight.
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I’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
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