
youngblooded and firehearted.
– butterflies rising
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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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to be such a soft thing…
and still let everything made of fire
run so wild in her veins
– butterflies rising
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just let the chaos in you be beautiful…
you are such a soft and wild thing.
– butterflies rising
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this love will touch.
taste. feel. like fire…
and your soul will stir
and your heart will race
and the awakenings
will come again and again.
and just. the existence of them…
who they are… how they are…
it will create all those hurricanes
that you feel in your chest walls.
and that’s how you’ll know.
because if they are for you…
you’ll feel it in your chest walls.
– butterflies rising
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