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.
TERAZA FAULKNERI 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.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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Words are weighted messengers that can break when they drop but a moments pause is the harness that keeps them from falling.
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She fades away falls behind the curtain of the night and retreats beyond the darkness as though she is gone for good. Yet, she always returns. And so does, love.
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Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
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Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
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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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Snow relies on branches much like I rely on love but snow knows how to let go and I know how much it hurts.
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Pain 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.
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Sometimes my lion will try to roar back when I flee. But its my butterfly that keeps me silent when I leave.
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Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.
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It was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.
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I 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.
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You are the book I keep closed, for some stories are not easy to read. But flowers bloom in between like the story is still alive.
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I’m holding happiness as though it never left it was always below my skin. Waiting to be seen waiting for the opportunity to breathe again.
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Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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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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