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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

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

Blood Bone Fall Rose
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
Isn’t it a lovely thing watching flowers greet the wind as if a gentle kiss is all they need to dance.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Dance Flower Kiss Love Nature Wind
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
It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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Hands Myself Save Time
Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
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Life Love Myself Talk
Snow relies on branches much like I rely on love but snow knows how to let go and I know how much it hurts.
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Hurt Let Go Love Myself Nature Snow
Words are weighted messengers that can break when they drop but a moments pause is the harness that keeps them from falling.
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Break Fall Moments Word
Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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Hands Sex Touch
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.
TERAZA FAULKNER

Face Hair Myself Ourselves Remember Snow Song Wind
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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Blanket Day Hope Morning Return Stage
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
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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Break Eclipse Heart Heart Broken Journey Sun
I wish for a world where our hearts could be seen on the outside and we acred more about what our love looked like than our faces.
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Face Heart Love Ourselves World
Pain often hides behind dry eyes yet that river still flows on the inside.
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Eyes Flow Hard Time Hide Pain
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

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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