spirit
you said,
tell me where you’ve been, love
and i thought of all the lost roads,
and dark corners,
and heavy work, and heartbreak,
and of all the healing
and i just said…
on my way here
– butterflies rising
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her,
because she
makes life poetry,
she turns every bit
of it into art
– butterflies rising
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feel
everything
that is
beautiful and possible
in your soul,
and let yourself
become it
– butterflies rising
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if anyone or anything
needs my spirit to be small…
i’m finally learning
to walk away
– butterflies rising
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she’s not here just to be
a supporting character in your story…
she has her own entire story
to live too.
– butterflies rising
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you’re out there
and i’m here wishing i could
reach for you as easy
as a star could cross a sky…
just fall across your chest
and feel it all again.
your way of settling my madness with
that soft… slow… “baby” late at night,
and how you feel like everything beautiful
i can’t make sense of.
it’s a dangerously pretty edge
when you’re here,
but there’s a wild ache when you’re not,
and my axis pulls and pulls to
wherever you are.
i still feel you, and i miss you
and i miss you…
you are the sweetest feeling i know.
– butterflies rising
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