spirit
the world is loud
and i wanna get lost…
with you.
so let’s just go anywhere.
any miles an hour.
nothing but
highway lines
with your hand on my legs
and a slow. kiss.
on your neck
and our racing hearts
so deep in this messy love
and the destination;
wherever wild runs…
playlist in the background,
stars outside the windows,
let’s just drive.
– butterflies rising
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playlist in the background, stars outside
the windows… let’s just drive.
– butterflies rising
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from over here,
love looks so sweet.
but… so. terrifying.
because i don’t yet know how.
how to be so close to someone and not
crumble into a wild mess of love
where i lose me.
the last time i got close…
my god, how i lost me.
so much that i could barely feel me. or hear me.
and it’s the deepest ache i’ve ever known
when i can’t feel me.
so i’m still learning… how not to dim
and quiet and run and hide and tame me.
how to hold my own fire even when
my heart catches fire.
how to hold on so tight to my own depths
that even when i’m tangled deep in you…
i’m still always mine…
and i’m still learning how to be mine.
– butterflies rising
– butterflies rising
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a sensitive king… that vulnerable heart
underneath all his dirty edges.
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go with me
everywhere in the world,
bare skin in sunshine,
wild under moonshine,
let’s go
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wolves and lovers…
wolves and lovers,
restless and running wild,
we need more than an ordinary love
and a tamed life
because some aches are made of everything.
craving. everything. from the soul-deep to
being tangled up in heartbeats and
bite marks and body heat…
driven by instincts and drunk on moonlight,
we need a life made of things
we can chew on,
and nights where we find ourselves
when we lose a little sleep
and we feel the blood in our veins
and the passion in our chests like kerosene…
so i’ll go with you, if you’ll come with me…
and we’ll burn… we’ll run… we’ll love.
– 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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