ok, you’re cute, but…
i want to know your soul aesthetic.
– butterflies rising
Read More →you better stay hellbent in your heart and go where it wants you to go…
you better stay hellbent in your heart
and go where it wants you to go… because
it will ache if you don’t.
– butterflies rising
Read More →you wanted me to dream… you’d say… you better stay hellbent in your heart…
you wanted me to dream.
and you just wouldn’t ever let me
give in to the give-up.
you’d say…
“you better stay hellbent in your heart
and go where it wants you to go… because
it will ache if you don’t.”
and when i ache a little
from waiting on a dream, i remember
what you said, and i stay hellbent in my heart,
and i try to go where it wants me to go…
because i know that it will ache
even more if i don’t.
– butterflies rising
Read More →where there’s wing-shaped air to stretch into all around me…
there is
nothing i could lose
that i would miss
as much as i have missed
the feel of my own soul
when i wasn’t listening to it,
and i’m listening now…
and it’s telling me
that i am meant to be
where my lungs can breathe easy
and where there’s wing-shaped air
to stretch into all around me
– butterflies rising
Read More →it all glows different when you’re here…
you change the texture of my universe; how the light bends to be here, just falling all around you… you are like golden hour; it all glows different when you’re here.
– butterflies rising
Read More →soulmate stardust…
soulmate stardust…
the universe puts
little bits of stardust in them;
memory dust… soul traces…
so we can know.
ones that say things like…
i remember you.
i’ve been looking for you.
i couldn’t come here and
not find you… i had to find you.
i am for you.
and when we’re near them,
they don’t have to say a thing;
we feel it in our senses…
we just know.
– butterflies rising
Read More →and there are all of these beautiful things… sunlight, goodness, stars… you…
sometimes
this world feels
like the heaviest place
that we could ever know,
and it aches just to breathe here.
but then i look around,
and there are all of these
beautiful things… sunlight,
goodness, stars… you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →we find our soulmates in the places we go to find our souls…
where we are drawn and pulled. and when we are shifted and stirred. in what makes us feel. and feel alive. or feel understood, like outstretched hands and lifelines, like home. in our self-searching, where we feel soul memory. or in the inspiration touches and in what feels like free and brings us wide-lung breathing. and in our fire-catching and lightning-chasing, they meet us there with sparks. where we light-find and heart-reach or lose breath and dream wild… i think we find our soulmates in the places we go to find our souls.
– butterflies rising
Read More →we lose ourselves in the wild blush…
we lose ourselves in the wild blush,
and the moment grips at us to stay. here.
where time is no matter, and our heartbeats
are everything… so stay. here.
and just feel this.
– butterflies rising
Read More →i think we find our soulmates in the places we go to find our souls…
i think we find our soulmates in the places we go to find our souls
– butterflies rising
Read More →just to be young…
i just don’t
know what to say
other than i am sorry
that we’ve asked you
to be burdened with living
something like warriors
to only give you afterwishes
and more of these i’m sorries
and i hope that someday soon
you get to feel safe
and that the only thing we
ask of you is just to be young.
– butterflies rising
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