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.
TERAZA FAULKNERBitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.
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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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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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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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Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.
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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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Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
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Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
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Love me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.
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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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Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.
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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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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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