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 FAULKNERI’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.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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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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She teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
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It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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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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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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Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.
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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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There is no road less travelled than the one that leads into the sea. But the waves will always take you to where you need to be.
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A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
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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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Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.
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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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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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Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
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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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