Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.
TERAZA FAULKNERI am not scared of what I may find within the darkness of this forest line. But I do fear what the wild may find in me. I do fear that kind of vulnerability.
More Teraza Faulkner Quotes
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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.
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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.
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Wouldn’t it be a different world if love passed as freely through us as money passes through hands.
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Pain made me grow in the most unexpected places. And now I know what it feels like to be a wildflower.
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Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.
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Skin on skin his heart beat an orchestra against her chest. Love never tires of music like this.
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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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Sometimes our greatest strength is our greatest weakness sometimes to love is to fall.
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If I could stitch these wounds with letters every scar would bear your name.
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I’m like a lost bird. My wings are not broken, but my heart is. Love always kept me flying. But now, love is what keeps me still.
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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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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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It’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
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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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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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