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Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.

Teraza Faulkner

Sometimes my lion will try to roar back when I flee. But its my butterfly that keeps me silent when I leave.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Lion Myself Run Silence Time
Take me from this wasteland, for I have longed for an escape like a bird that craves the wilderness, from every corner of his cage.
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Escape Prison Waste Wild
I’m holding onto you, like a cloud holds rain. Knowing at some point I must let go. But waiting for the perfect storm, that will make it so much easier.
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Hold Let Go Myself Perfection Rain
I am caught between the meadow and the sky knowing I can walk long distances, but believing there’s something greater than where my feet can take me.
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Believe Distance Greatness Myself Sky Walk
Isn’t it a lovely thing watching flowers greet the wind as if a gentle kiss is all they need to dance.
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Dance Flower Kiss Love Nature Wind
A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
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Flower Growth Myself Plant
I stand before mother natures pleasures as she is a playground for my soul. But you will always be the only playground that I call home.
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Home Mom Myself Nature Stand
Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.
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Blood Bone Fall Rose
I’ve been that children, learning to walk. Somedays I’ve fallen, and some days I’ve crawled. But the steps, they grew. And so did my strength. And then I let go of your hand.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Children Hands Learning Let Go Strength Walk Yourself
If truth be known it is not all about rainbows sometimes eyes of melancholic skies still shine they still find light and color despite the sky.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Color Eyes Light Rainbow Shine Sky Time Truth
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 FAULKNER

Leadership Myself Rainbow Sun Tears
Love me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Distance Fade Love Myself Sun
Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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Hands Sex Touch
I will always have a little bit of the wild in me. Always remembering what a good heart tastes like. Like love, that never ends. Like you.
TERAZA FAULKNER

End Heart Remember Wild Yourself
You’re the crescent moon cradling all theses shadows of me teach me how to shine so there’s no distance between you and I.
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Distance Moon Myself Shadow Yourself
We are much like the nights sky, the big things draw our attention. But its the little things that really light us up.
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Attention Light Night Ourselves

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