If I could stitch these wounds with letters every scar would bear your name.
TERAZA FAULKNERSometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
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Isn’t it a lovely thing watching flowers greet the wind as if a gentle kiss is all they need to dance.
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Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.
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A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
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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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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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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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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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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’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’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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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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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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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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