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.
TERAZA FAULKNERI am not scared of what I may find within the darkness of this forest line. But I do fear what the wild may find in me. I do fear that kind of vulnerability.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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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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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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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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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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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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She teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
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A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
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The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
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I am not scared of what I may find within the darkness of this forest line. But I do fear what the wild may find in me. I do fear that kind of vulnerability.
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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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Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.
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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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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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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.
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