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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.

Teraza Faulkner

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
Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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Hands Sex Touch
Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.
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Different Freedom Love Myself World
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
Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Life Love Myself Talk
The sun never gets tired of kissing the sky, goodnight. And my heart will never tire of a love, like that.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Heart Kissing Love Myself Night Sky Sun
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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Home Mom Myself Nature Stand
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
Pain is as dark as it is deep. But just like anything that receives enough light, it too will fade over time and become something, a little less ominous, and a little more hopeful.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Darkness Enough Fade Hope Light Pain Time
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
The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Branch Myself Tree
Snow relies on branches much like I rely on love but snow knows how to let go and I know how much it hurts.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Hurt Let Go Love Myself Nature Snow
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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Darkness Discover Flower Hide Myself Survive 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
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

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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