If I could stitch these wounds with letters every scar would bear your name.
TERAZA FAULKNERA flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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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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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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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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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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Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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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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Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.
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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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It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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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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Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.
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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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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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Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.
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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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