Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.
TERAZA FAULKNERThe more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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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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A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
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Sometimes our greatest strength is our greatest weakness sometimes to love is to fall.
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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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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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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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She teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
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If I could stitch these wounds with letters every scar would bear your name.
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The sun never gets tired of kissing the sky, goodnight. And my heart will never tire of a love, like that.
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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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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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Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.
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We are much like the nights sky, the big things draw our attention. But its the little things that really light us up.
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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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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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