The thought of you having to try hurts because it feels like you should have known to let me go before you grabbed ahold.
RENEE STONEThe thought of you having to try hurts because it feels like you should have known to let me go before you grabbed ahold.
RENEE STONEI 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.
RENEE STONEI search for comedy scripts, I watch happy shows, In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.
RENEE STONEI’m writing on a blank page full of chances and hope.
RENEE STONEHere you are, another heartache to guard under my wings as I wait wondering when it’ll be time for me to fly.
RENEE STONEThere is a warmth that fills the soul when the sun’s rays tend to your skin from up above.
RENEE STONEThe free for all of love – these tiny acts within our capability. In turn, reciprocation is of no concern. We just want people to listen and learn that love is granted to all.
RENEE STONEI still have a scar from the time someone said, ‘Sometimes love isn’t enough.’
RENEE STONETo be understood is to be on part of the path to inclusivity.
RENEE STONEBody and mind aren’t separated. And so all these things I write, they are felt in the aches of my heart.
RENEE STONEIf I could reverse time, I would spend more time looking into what ailed my loved ones – would have learned more about medical gaslighting.
RENEE STONEI don’t think anyone really gets my attachment to the little things. They call it insignificant and say that it is what it is. I think it all adds up to what we stand for. The little things add up to something meaningful and so does the complacency.
RENEE STONEI lost touch with the world around me – gone unnoticed by that which surrounds me, but I must find the presence of that which grounds me if I am to once again grasp onto everything I lost touch with.
RENEE STONEIt 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.
RENEE STONEPeople struggle with words that spill and overwhelm you because they themselves are sinking.
RENEE STONEMy words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.
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