She fades away falls behind the curtain of the night and retreats beyond the darkness as though she is gone for good. Yet, she always returns. And so does, love.
TERAZA FAULKNERSome days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
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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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Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
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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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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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I stand before mother natures pleasures as she is a playground for my soul. But you will always be the only playground that I call home.
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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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If I could stitch these wounds with letters every scar would bear your name.
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The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
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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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Some days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
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Like a flower, that hides from the sun and discovers it still grows and blooms, I am learning that I too, can survive the dark, without you.
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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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She teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
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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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