Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.
TERAZA FAULKNERWhere the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.
TERAZA FAULKNERSometimes my lion will try to roar back when I flee. But its my butterfly that keeps me silent when I leave.
TERAZA FAULKNERBitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.
TERAZA FAULKNERIt’s those hands of time saving me when nothing else can.
TERAZA FAULKNERWords are weighted messengers that can break when they drop but a moments pause is the harness that keeps them from falling.
TERAZA FAULKNERYou 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 FAULKNERI’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 FAULKNERMountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.
TERAZA FAULKNERI’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 FAULKNERCatch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.
TERAZA FAULKNERI’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.
TERAZA FAULKNERShe teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.
TERAZA FAULKNERMaybe all these tears are leading me somewhere. Because when the sun meets rain, something beautiful emerges. And perhaps I am a rainbow in the making.
TERAZA FAULKNERYou’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 FAULKNERTake me from this wasteland, for I have longed for an escape like a bird that craves the wilderness, from every corner of his cage.
TERAZA FAULKNERI 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