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.
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.
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We choose our gardens based on what will bloom, and we wait out the seasons, until they do. And sometimes, love needs patience too.
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Dawn 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.
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Skin on skin his heart beat an orchestra against her chest. Love never tires of music like this.
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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’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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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.
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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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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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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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Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.
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I’m like a lost bird. My wings are not broken, but my heart is. Love always kept me flying. But now, love is what keeps me still.
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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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Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.
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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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It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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