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Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.

Teraza Faulkner

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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Color Eyes Light Rainbow Shine Sky Time Truth
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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Believe Distance Greatness Myself Sky Walk
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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Heart Kissing Love Myself Night Sky Sun
I will always have a little bit of the wild in me. Always remembering what a good heart tastes like. Like love, that never ends. Like you.
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End Heart Remember Wild Yourself
The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
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Branch Myself Tree
It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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Hands Myself Save Time
Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.
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Blood Feeling Heart Myself Road
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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Darkness Discover Flower Hide Myself Survive Yourself
I’ve been that children, learning to walk. Somedays I’ve fallen, and some days I’ve crawled. But the steps, they grew. And so did my strength. And then I let go of your hand.
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Children Hands Learning Let Go Strength Walk Yourself
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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Lion Myself Run Silence Time
It was meant to be just rain, that went away. Yet we became the storm, of yesterday.
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Intense Past Rain Relationship Sex Story
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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Escape Prison Waste Wild
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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Distance Moon Myself Shadow Yourself
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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Home Mom Myself Nature Stand
Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
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Eyes Flow Hard Time Hide Pain
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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Choice Garden Love Ourselves Patience Season Time

Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.

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