Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.
TERAZA FAULKNERShe teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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Pain is as dark as it is deep. But just like anything that receives enough light, it too will fade over time and become something, a little less ominous, and a little more hopeful.
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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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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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There 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.
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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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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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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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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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Some days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
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Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.
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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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Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.
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