
my cherry lip gloss stain on your cheek…
and how you gripped to keep the car door closed
as if you were afraid opening it would mean
everything we felt in that moment would fall out
never again to be contained
– butterflies rising
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my cherry lip gloss stain on your cheek…
and how you gripped to keep the car door closed
as if you were afraid opening it would mean
everything we felt in that moment would fall out
never again to be contained
– butterflies rising
Read More →i love that way you smile like wild defiance…
i wanna bottle it up and use it to
fight off all my fears
– butterflies rising
Read More →we could just kiss, for hours…
like it’s everything. like it’s art.
– butterflies rising
Read More →…i’m still learning how to hear the word beautiful and let it be meant for me
– butterflies rising
Read More →him, because he makes life poetry… he turns every bit of it into art
– butterflies rising
Read More →ok, you’re cute, but,
i want to know your soul aesthetic…
so tell me the poetry you read and the song
you fall asleep with… all the art, the words,
the songs that shift you. this is what i want
to know. this is how my heart falls.
– butterflies rising
Read More →tell me the poetry you read and the song
you fall asleep with… all the art, the words,
the songs that shift you. this is what i want
to know. this is how my heart falls.
– butterflies rising
Read More →she’s got
her daddy’s eyes
and her mama’s pretty lips,
and she’ll stay on your mind
with a sugar-sweet kiss,
that southern girl with her wild soul
will leave an imprint on your heart
and make under those southern sunsets
feel like somewhere you belong
– butterflies rising
Read More →she’s got
her daddy’s blue eyes
and her mama’s pretty lips,
and she’ll stay on your mind
with a sugar-sweet kiss,
that southern girl with her wild soul
will leave an imprint on your heart
and make somewhere in tennessee
feel something like home
– butterflies rising
Read More →i will not
take care of my fears today.
i will not feed them or tend to them
or give them any space.
and if i do not take care of my fears today…
what i feel tomorrow might be something
a little bit like faith.
– butterflies rising
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