I 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 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.
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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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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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If I could stitch these wounds with letters every scar would bear your name.
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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.
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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.
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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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Pain made me grow in the most unexpected places. And now I know what it feels like to be a wildflower.
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I’ve painted stars around tears that I’ve cried. And now my pain is a galaxy and every star has a name and every name feels like pain and you’re every star.
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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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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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Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
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Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.
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Sometimes our greatest strength is our greatest weakness sometimes to love is to fall.
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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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Morning mist like a blanket to dawn, obscures the hope of a new day. Yet the sunrises high, and the blanket falls and hope returns to the stage.
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