Let go of the honey-sweet lies for the bittersweet truths.
RENEE STONEIt’s really hard to grow up wanting to provide people with resources and support and realizing that while I can and will do that – I also need more than I thought I would.
More Renee Stone Quotes
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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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To the songs you haven’t heard from me. To the pains you haven’t felt for me.
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We’re so distant, words can’t save us.
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And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’
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I search for comedy scripts, I watch happy shows, In hopes that laughter will be the remedy I end my day with.
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I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
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We walk in circles, never knowing when to end the cycle our hearts put us in.
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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 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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And 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.
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Somewhere the silence resonates, the clutter clears, and you’re set to start again.
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I 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.
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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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I was never lonely alone because love has come to me in many forms, and one of them was you.
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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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