the way he looks at her…

as if her smile is the only thing
that could possibly matter

– butterflies rising

the way she looks at her…

as if her smile is the only thing
that could possibly matter

– butterflies rising

the way he looks at him…

as if his smile is the only thing
that could possibly matter

– butterflies rising

…there’s just a way that morning carries hope

– butterflies rising

there’s something
about the way dawn whispers
“so much is out there waiting”
that keeps my dreams breathing…

there’s just a way
that morning carries hope.

– butterflies rising

you’ve been chasing down
the kind of love
that greets you with nothing more
than a shoulder shrug…
the kind that whimpers your name in apathy,

don’t you know that you deserve a love
that holds so much abundance,
one that shouts to the heavens in your honor

queen / king

– butterflies rising

she’s made up
of sweet tea and poetry

– country girl

– butterflies rising

she’s made up of sweet tea and poetry

– butterflies rising

…to just let it all be unheavy

– butterflies rising

sometimes what you feel
about someone just isn’t enough.

it just isn’t.

because what they feel about themselves
will try to destroy what you feel about yourself
if you get close to them.

– butterflies rising

you don’t love,
you just hold people close
to have someone to hurt,
or to hurt someone else with…

but none of it’s love.

– butterflies rising

the way she looks at her…