when there’s growing in me…
please say it’s beautiful.
– butterflies rising
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stretched out,
wing tips
touching nothing
but wild air…
love. me.
youngblooded and firehearted.
and when there’s aching in me,
please say, “chase it.”
and when there’s growing in me,
please say,
“it’s beautiful.”
love this restless soul
and this bleeding heart
that are falling all over you
messy and wild
just dying to love you
reckless and wild.
love me…
and tell me how free
my lungs will always breathe
when i love you.
– butterflies rising
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my lungs will always breathe
when i love you.
– butterflies rising
Read More →meet me where we can lose ourselves in the wild and feel it all… burn and breathe at once in our skin. out of our lungs. pouring the aches from our chests, with our wings wide open.
– butterflies rising
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