Maybe all these tears are leading me somewhere. Because when the sun meets rain, something beautiful emerges. And perhaps I am a rainbow in the making.
TERAZA FAULKNERMaybe all these tears are leading me somewhere. Because when the sun meets rain, something beautiful emerges. And perhaps I am a rainbow in the making.
TERAZA FAULKNERSkin on skin his heart beat an orchestra against her chest. Love never tires of music like this.
TERAZA FAULKNERSometimes my lion will try to roar back when I flee. But its my butterfly that keeps me silent when I leave.
TERAZA FAULKNERI wish for a world where our hearts could be seen on the outside and we acred more about what our love looked like than our faces.
TERAZA FAULKNERLike a flower, that hides from the sun and discovers it still grows and blooms, I am learning that I too, can survive the dark, without you.
TERAZA FAULKNERSnow relies on branches much like I rely on love but snow knows how to let go and I know how much it hurts.
TERAZA FAULKNERMountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
TERAZA FAULKNERPain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
TERAZA FAULKNERSome days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
TERAZA FAULKNERYou’re the crescent moon cradling all theses shadows of me teach me how to shine so there’s no distance between you and I.
TERAZA FAULKNERShe teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
TERAZA FAULKNERWe choose our gardens based on what will bloom, and we wait out the seasons, until they do. And sometimes, love needs patience too.
TERAZA FAULKNERSometimes our greatest strength is our greatest weakness sometimes to love is to fall.
TERAZA FAULKNERCatch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.
TERAZA FAULKNERThe sun never gets tired of kissing the sky, goodnight. And my heart will never tire of a love, like that.
TERAZA FAULKNERPain is as dark as it is deep. But just like anything that receives enough light, it too will fade over time and become something, a little less ominous, and a little more hopeful.
TERAZA FAULKNER