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Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.

Teraza Faulkner

Some days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Day Growth Love Myself Relationship Thinking Wonder Yourself
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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

End Heart Remember Wild Yourself
Love me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Distance Fade Love Myself Sun
Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Blood Feeling Heart Myself Road
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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Blanket Day Hope Morning Return Stage
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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Break Up Easy Love Reading Relationship Story 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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Children Hands Learning Let Go Strength Walk Yourself
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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Distance Moon Myself Shadow Yourself
There is no road less travelled than the one that leads into the sea. But the waves will always take you to where you need to be.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Journey Leadership Need Road Travel Yourself
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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Break Eclipse Heart Heart Broken Journey Sun
Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Different Freedom Love Myself World
Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Life Love Myself Talk
A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Flower Growth Myself Plant
Sometimes my lion will try to roar back when I flee. But its my butterfly that keeps me silent when I leave.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Lion Myself Run Silence Time
I’m holding onto you, like a cloud holds rain. Knowing at some point I must let go. But waiting for the perfect storm, that will make it so much easier.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Hold Let Go Myself Perfection Rain
I’m holding happiness as though it never left it was always below my skin. Waiting to be seen waiting for the opportunity to breathe again.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Breathe Happiness Hold Myself Opportunity See Skin

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