Snow relies on branches much like I rely on love but snow knows how to let go and I know how much it hurts.
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 FAULKNERShe teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
TERAZA FAULKNERThere is snow on my face and wind in my hair and winter has nearly stolen me. But as I remember the words of our song then spring still owns a part of me.
TERAZA FAULKNERPain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
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.
TERAZA FAULKNERSome days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
TERAZA FAULKNERI 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 FAULKNERIt was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.
TERAZA FAULKNERMountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
TERAZA FAULKNERLove me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.
TERAZA FAULKNERBitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.
TERAZA FAULKNERIsn’t it a lovely thing watching flowers greet the wind as if a gentle kiss is all they need to dance.
TERAZA FAULKNERSkin on skin his heart beat an orchestra against her chest. Love never tires of music like this.
TERAZA FAULKNERDawn breaks and this heart breaks, too. Yet the sun continues to rise and this heart of mine knows only of the journey down, like an eclipse of the heart.
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 FAULKNERSometimes my lion will try to roar back when I flee. But its my butterfly that keeps me silent when I leave.
TERAZA FAULKNER