
your
lips on
my skin
and i crumble
into
wild little
butterflies
– butterflies rising
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the way he loved her untamed,
with breathing room and growing space.
letting her have wings and fires burning…
how he’d just watch the light play with
the glow in her skin.
– butterflies rising
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to be such a soft thing…
and still let everything made of fire
run so wild in her veins
– butterflies rising
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the way a boy with tattoos can linger…
the way i’d
trace my fingers
so slow
down your forearm
over every inch of
your tattoos,
just taking in your skin,
letting it tell me all
your stories,
even the ones you
couldn’t say…
i’m terrified i’ll always
miss that.
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the way i’d
trace my fingers
so slow
down your forearm
over every inch of
your tattoos,
just taking in your skin,
letting it tell me all
your stories,
even the ones you
couldn’t say…
i’m terrified i’ll always
miss that.
– butterflies rising
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when i love, it’s the littlest things about
someone that can make a complete mess of me…
details, i love madly in details.
– butterflies rising
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